BubblesA Poem by VivianThose poppy bubbles ooooOOOORound and shiny, Cute and delicate. They form everywhere. Underwater or in the air, Washed in waves or scented with care. I love them so much. But, they break away. I love bubbles but they drift away. I love them so much that they named me Bubbles. I love bubbles.
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