Holding On
the little man who sold balloons
was blown away by gales
he flew across the sea that night
and ended up in wales
he soared above a field of sheep
balloons deflating fast
and held on tightly to those strings
afraid to land at last
the moral to this tale of woe
it’s always painful letting go
for lisa’s contest
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