To pass the barricade I am unsure,
Opening the wars carries a bite that is monster,
I stay around with the passing crowd,
But they swept me from shore to shore
In a worrying blend of activity,
This is the small moment of the whole day.
The dilemma was a parade of such striking crowds,
Huddling, elbowing with elephants imagined.
Gathered together were the torrent of people,
The fraternity pursued us as we passed our tests
In the meaningful occasion.
My moments connived an assembly of guests,
Standing out from the crowd, liking and loving
The huddle, so lusting for the delivery
Of yourself.
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