I take my favorite red balloon
Everywhere I go
When my class does a show and tell
It's always what I show
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Sometimes I feel it give a tug
Towards the big blue sky
That's where it wants to go, but no
I can't bear to say goodbye
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I feel it tugging more and more
Trying to get free
It wants me to just let it ride
The cool and gentle breeze
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It pains me much to do it
But it deserves much more
Than to be held on to by me
Down here nearby the floor
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Today I'll let it go, I will
Loosen up my grip
I'll wave it a long last goodbye as
String through my fingers slips
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So I took my favorite red balloon and let go of the string
For happiness to my balloon I knew that it would bring
About the Creator
Ryan Giese
I'm not formally educated in creative writing, or anything really, so don't expect much from me. I have, however, read bits and pieces of a poetry textbook I found at a thrift store.
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