Poem: Superball

You dropped me like a Hot Potato
But I bounced like a Superball
No harm
No foul


About the poem:
I can’t be hurt. What about our divine sparkletasticness can actually be hurt?

As kids, we got Superballs at the dime store or machine. Why Super? Because, boy oh boy, do they bounce!

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