written by: Janette Marie
Blue canvas
high above
clouds like cottonballs
blowing by
balloons fashioned
for a holiday parade
each one choosing
its favorite charade.
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Written by: Janette Marie © 2010 Janette Marie Your name, given to you at birth. A gift from your Mother that you will use and hear ever...
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