Tuesday, March 1, 2011

triangle poem - ballons

i
am
blue,red
with colors
and even strings
theres more than one
and i can pop if poked
when air is let out of me
your voice starts to change
birthdays,weddings,big events
i like to hold things in place
even when its really windy i can flot
theres a thing that you ride in in the air
have you thought of what i could be any guess?

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