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Above
Above
If I handed you,
one hundred balloons,
you would drop each one,
and float to the moons.
If I blew some bubbles
and watched as they float
you’d soar far above
and here I quote,
“If all the world,
was spinning round,
like a red balloon,
way up in the clouds,
you’d anchor me,
back down”
Well we went and we were,
two ball...
Wednesday 7th February 2018 9:06 pm
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