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Bubbles

It’s not a childish joy
It’s a thoughtful one
Bubbles!
The enunciation of which
Troubles the mouth
Spreading rubble
Leave me with the washing
Because I’m playing with the suds
Little moments of joy and then gone
That’s a bubble
A brief pop of joy
Here and gone and
All the more wonderful for it
Sad you might think but
no
Because bubbles are there
in their thousands
All happy while they are
And gone when they’re not
Isn’t that life?
We all drip down the drain eventually

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