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Little Bubbles of Happiness – Poem

Little bubbles sitting on the ground

Little blankets with children running around

Taking kids out in the sun

Watch them run, enjoy the fun

Adults crawl upon the ground

Little girls jump up and down

Mum’s sunning themselves, straps down

Trying to make themselves brown

Seagulls flying above them free

Nightingales sing in the trees

Bikes lie sidewards on the grass

Dad’s pulling up jeans to cover their arse

Children, laughter, screaming, the squealing

Playing in the park

An owl sounds out in the distance

The hoot so familiar

I know that you are near here

Happiness and harmony resides

Little bubbles sitting on the ground

In little bubbles, happiness is found.

The end.