Note: I may have written this when I was 12. At the time, I thought I was being very clever.

sky flying bubble blowing bubbles

The bubble floated

High up high.

It’s soapy self reflecting,

The great blue sky.


It tiptoed delicately

Across the roof.

I wait,

Heart thumping,


At last,

It pops.

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