Roger had the balloon tied to his wrist.
This was gonna be so cool,
like flying,
the winds would push him where they may.
He expected to see the whole world as he drifted.
Smiling, he stepped out, committed.
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Roger had the balloon tied to his wrist.
This was gonna be so cool,
like flying,
the winds would push him where they may.
He expected to see the whole world as he drifted.
Smiling, he stepped out, committed.
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Best of luck to you, Roger!
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I always wanted to do this, I was never brave enough.
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Me neither.
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I once floated a few spoons and forks at a restaurant. That’s as close as I’ve gotten 🙂
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This reminds me of the movie “Up” where they flew a house with balloons. Very creative approach 🙂
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Oh no!
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Haven’t you won the Bronze Balloon before? Memory says maybe so. Congrats on #2!
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