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A bundle of balloons I bought one day All tied together with a knotted string; Safe in my hand they would not float away, For to the tails of ribbon I did cling; Suppose I were to let them go from me; Would they remain a bundle in the air? Once parted from my grip, we then shall see If string can hold them all together there; I let them go up high into the sky, Observing them with hope from down below; But then the string, it started to unwind Because a mighty gust of wind did blow. Then one balloon escaped the bundle first, And all of them were suddenly dispersed.
Photos by Emily Thompson
By: Connor Davis
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