♥ who knows if the moon's a balloon,

coming out of a keen city

in the sky––

filled with pretty people?

(and if you and i should

get into it, if they

should take me and take you into their balloon

why then,

we'd go higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds

go sailing

away and away sailing into a keen

city which nobody's ever visited, where

always

it's

spring) and everyone's

in love and flowers pick themselves.

e.e. cummings

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happy sunday.

hope you're having a ball{oon!}