They're small and they're stretchy
Easily broken and all stuck together
To themselves and each other
They have bubbles and holes of different sizes
Some filled some still there
But both very clear
They're multi-colored and twisted
Some opaque some translucent
Tokens of our fellow share of the future
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Remember what I said about poets being born not made? Happy birthday.
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