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Lead weight

Sometimes I feel like a balloon

on a string.

Not one filled with helium

that soar up as high

as they can go

but at least

I get off the ground

to bob along

quite happily

being neither high

nor low.

But then you come along

with a big lead weight

and a lot

of hate

and you tug that string

bringing me flat down to earth

before you stomp

hard

and remove my ability

to fly.


Submitted: January 19, 2020

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Mike S.

Sad but fine, Hull!

Sun, February 9th, 2020 7:58pm

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Thanks, Mike.

Sun, February 9th, 2020 12:22pm

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