I wish I were a balloon
so I could travel unhindered
then I would visit Rangoon
on my guitar fingered
nowhere would be taboo
Melbourne or Kalamazoo
I wish I were a flower
to bloom in a garden near you
or on the Eiffel Tower
on your windowsill of bamboo
of love and smiles and hugs
grandkids you are my buds.
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