Alphabets in lines of pleasure,
The colonel on his boat;
Fried chicken and waffles,
A tourist of a girlfriend or a princess
Surrounded by her moat;
And it only takes so many gazes
To look up into
The skies,
To see all of the fireworks: their hard works,
Their praises; and, finally, their goodbyes.
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