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HOT AIR BALLOON By ... Steve Lucky As the old man looked into the sky He noticed a hot air balloon drifting by. Making use of the slightest breeze, It rose gently above the trees. During the many years before, Tops of trees he would explore Within a balloon he could control. Being too old for such a goal, From the ground he still could see One hot air balloon that used to be Something he could call his own Entering the sky alone. Lovingly he gave it to another, Allowing his offspring to discover Great beauty from the very sight Of looking down from such a height. Copyright 2003, Steve Lucky
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