World Wide Wanderer: Part 7

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A lonely bubble floating in the air
floating tirelessly without a care
bobbing up and down
going out of town, to but a gown
Next will be a crown
This bubble is thoughtlessly roaming
ascending higher as if growing
roaming the wide atmosphere
caressing the air my dear
But what I'm saying is not at all clear
so cheers, drink a beer, wipe your tears
and let your mind roam free like that bubble

Note: This poem in NO WAY supports alcholism in any way or suggests you should consume any alcholic products. Thank you for understanding and taking the time to read this.

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