Driving down a dreary lane
I pause from my prosaic ponderings
when my son shouts with some surprise
"By-golly, a balloon is bobbing above!"
My eyes express amazement
as it sails away just overhead
We follow it for a few moments then
watch as it wings weightlessly off
watch as it wings weightlessly off
into the breezy beryl-blue sky
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