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The Party
So
the party started
And like many parties
Circled around a concept,
A concept like many others
That was little known or understood,
Different shades in different minds,
But hey when the dancing starts
You grab a hand and away
You go,
Amid the music, laughter and cheer
Did anyone hear one country cry
Stability not democracy,
Another give a speech
A day too soon,
Oh well, details
Were being placed in place
As the party raged and as with
All parties the morning after would
Awake with questions, revelations, lost
Bits of memory, headaches here and there,
And the haunting echo what in the hell really
Happened.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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