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Prayer of the Bubble

Prayer of The Bubble Oh please don’t break please don’t break please don’t break! I’m afraid of heights and children with bubble blowers My thin exterior just won’t take it And now I’m floating over oceans Out of sight In obvious pain and slow motion It makes me sick! I’m drifting into France A simple fragile bubble with no chance I’m sure they’ll shoot me down As a terrorist or worse…a clown The Eiffel Tower and its tip are just ahead It’s going to stick me! I’m sure I’ll pop I’ll certainly be dead If I had a wish just one wish only I’d wish for thickness like a rock To drop on children on the spot I pray to God to lift me up and keep me safe To bubble heaven a pop free place

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/27/2014 3:10:00 PM

Earl, i like this.. A bubble pop-free zone... I'm a bubble freak, I'm talking about the blow bubbles. I have a granddaughter, everytime we do the bubble thing, I pray to God, for no one to bust or break our bubbles... hugs... Linda

Earl Schumacker
Date: 4/27/2014 8:47:00 PM

Hi Linda. Just another silly poem. I do that sometimes. I'm glad you liked it. Earl

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/27/2014 3:07:00 PM

Hey, Earl, what are you talking about... Smurfs... Hum... let me know???? Linda

Earl Schumacker
Date: 4/27/2014 8:45:00 PM

Hi Linda. I must have opened up the "A" blog of yours, the wrong blog of yours, where someone was talking about a "missing Smurf." ....I thought it was you so I said something silly. Earl