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Bubble Of TroubleA bubble of trouble Lurks somewhere near. It floats light and easy, Unseen and so quiet. It hides behind corners And on top of tall trees. It sparkles in sunshine Appearing so free. We live in our corner Outside of the shade, And dance in sweet circles With laughter and grace. The bubble grows bigger With each passing day, But we do not sense it Until it's too late! Joy Weare. 29th June, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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