Globes of thin air red, green and blue
filled with happiness like thoughts
pasted upon card boards of glue
This immaculate circle of fun
Hold meaning to the blessed
days under the sun
Wallop in their glory
like a mystic story
up until it pops
and suddenly the world
The blackening of morning a
let's begin again like children
waiting in line for a turn
to hold one close to their hearts
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