My Red BalloonA Poem by Lost?For 10 cents you can buy a balloon in the city, they have lots and lots. Every color you could imagine, and every color you couldn't. I payed my 10 cents and got one, a red one. It floated on the end of the string, moving with the wind. I walked down the street showing everyone, I even showed pa. He slapped me and cut the string. "You son of a b***h, don't go buyin' s**t, we got no money" My balloon twisted up in the air until it was a red dot in a gray sky. I'll never buy another balloon, but one day I'll buy a gun. © 2008 Lost? |
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Added on August 5, 2008Last Updated on August 14, 2008 AuthorLost?CanadaAboutHey, I'm 17. I live in a small town where the world turns at no particular speed and I'm just along for the ride. more..Writing
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