So many different crystal glass bulbs
Full of kaleidoscopic iridescent spheres
At this point my adult tendencies
Are taken over by an inner five year old.
Yellow, red, pink, blue;
Ones that paint your mouth
While you blow bubbles the size of Australia
Causing your jaw to ache after a while.
For as long as the flavor lasts
The world of deadlines and appointments
Are replaced by the sweetness of childhood
Soothing the realities of life.
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