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TO A BOY WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HANDWRITING
I am sorry I come to you with too many balloons.
You can pop them--they will look like withered gloves,
raining down from their strings. Poor things; they cover
us so generously in their helium!-but we do not float.
I am sorry I come to you with too many balloons.
You can pop them--they will look like withered gloves,
raining down from their strings. Poor things; they cover
us so generously in their helium!-but we do not float.
