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Poetry Corner

MY BALLOON
By Mary Raymond

I had a pretty red balloon
I saved and stashed away,
Expecting it to celebrate
Some more important day.
But when I ran across the thing
It had a wrinkled skin;
No matter how I puffed and blew
The air would not stay in.
A weak and withered body with
A floppy, hollow tongue;
I wish I had enjoyed it when
We both were fresh and young!

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