Trapped in a tree is a red balloon and I can't get it down
It's up too high from the ground and down too low from the sky
So here I am watching the thing be trapped
But as I watch I wonder
Is it trapped or free
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
