lips are buzzing like bees
beneath these lovely trees
garden chairs scattered
flapping tarps overhead
beats of drums pounding
ah! my eardrums pleading
i walk; twigs under my feet
crackle, so brittle i can feel it
they're all dress up i'm impress
perfumes floating to refresh
huge gathering for annual feast
my love everybody at their best
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