pacing brick road by blue lion
seeing flashes in dark afternoon
happy feet trudging passing by
heels knocking isn't a silent bye
weather friendly she did oblige
later sun is bright i can see why
black gown, toga to go with pride
they march and law they do abide
long, hundreds of them like parade
full of happiness, hope and praise
we line up like paparazzi on prowl
clicking those lens to joyous howl
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