Bubbles
A bubble floats with a soapie presence
The reflection makes a sort of rainbow essence
It's going so fast as if it were thrown
Maybe it'll go to places unknown
To China, or Italy, or Japan, or Rome
If it can make it that far it'll someday come home
It'll float all around and then, who knows?
But before it can go any further, "POP!" it goes.
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