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Beneath A Glass Bubble

Beneath a glass bubble Exists a world all its own, Tipped upside down Its magic is known. Sometimes it plays An inspiring tune, Other times its silence Sings louder than the moon. It displays a scene That touches your heart, Every little detail Is a work of art. Angels to animals Children to Christmas scenes, Each world under glass Shows what life means. Delicate and old Shiny and new, Each treasured globe Provides an enchanting view. Beneath a glass bubble Exists a valuable treasure, A creation of inspiration That only the heart can measure. I collect snow globes and have an estimated 80+ at last count. I have small ones, big ones, musical ones, silent ones: and from every theme you can possibly think of from Xmas to Disney and Halloween to angels. It is willed that when my time is up, the complete collection will be donated to St. Judes Hospital.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 8/3/2009 12:22:00 PM
I was fascinated with these globes when i was younger and was amazed at how they managed to make them, lovely write>>James
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Date: 10/7/2008 12:49:00 PM
Wonderful write it brings me back to my childhood how lovely you willed them to the hopsital. Kindly Laura :)
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Date: 10/6/2008 3:32:00 PM
Beautiful! St. Jude is one of my favorite charities. A very thoughtful gesture, and an enchanting idea for collection. I agree. They are magical. Love, Shar
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Date: 10/6/2008 6:01:00 AM
They must really mean so much to you! I also collect things and I understand the feeling one gets when looking at his proud collection! Brgds. George
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