i can see children playing on the pier
dress up to meet their dad or mom
weather is cooperating to occasion
the policeman has to let them out
of the fence while we are approaching
their cheers reverberate to my heart
ladies are so pretty on their dresses
they’re like budding roses of may
i could imagine they smell good
they have balloons, flowers and kids
i know some, some can’t make it today
we should understand they are at work
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