You’d think it’d be over,
Its Tuesday of a week celebrating.
Today is finally the holy.
All are worn and going strong.
It must be that way
But nearly nine
And no one has moved.
They were out early, so must be resting.
I’ll take my time to figure what’s up.
Fog and silence start the day.
A large rabbit just walked by.
Eating and slow hopping. My my.
I slept and dreamed last night;
It was quite the magical crowd.
Now its fine, just struck nine.
No more fireworks banging off so very loud.
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