I remember

balloons

full of water.

Shot guns

and punctured

balloons.

Rain came

and left the

mud

dancing.

The devil

re-traced

his steps

and rolled away

when

the rain stopped.

The hills were

drunk

and happier than

ever before.

So happy they did

bad things,

relying on the rainbow

to clean their eyes.

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