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Festival

January 4, 2023
By Anonymous

HIgh up in the clouds,

The sound is loud.

With a burst of color,

It lights up another.


On the ground people are cheering,

And the ringing in your hearing.

With loud laughter heard for miles,

Decorations are stored and piled.


The clouds hide back away,

The once echoed laughter fades.

Slowly the lights dim,

And the festival came to an end.



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