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New Prompt: You open your front door to find a clown holding a bunch of balloons... RED BALLOONS There was a knock upon my door; I knew not who it was, but I then went to check it out, and that was all because I waited for a GIFT package, was hoping for it soon-- but opening my door I found a clown with RED balloons! Now, the clown I could relate to--I'm a nut on my own! But RED balloons for my pure joy--and I'm already grown!! I took them all into my house; and it was time to play-- We played until the night breeze blew, and then they flew away. The moral of this tale is to not be suckered by a tall clown holding red balloons--he's only there to fly!!
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