Balloons Rise And Float
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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T-wenty-first December,
E-arly Wednesday morning;
S-hadows have disappeared,
S-un in the sky is shining.
E-ver cool wind blows softly,
B-reeze is fresh and gentle;
A-llow both to whisper,
L-etting you feel the thrill.
O-n the day of your birth,
B-right colors carry the note;
O-pen and raise your arms, balloons rise and float.
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