Party revelry has been consigned
To rot in packed away detritus
In the echo faded yesterday
Leaving sore throats and bronchitis
Holding hands and pledging loyalty
To all those strong determined vows
Feeding seeds of new tomorrows
Giving birth to new born now’s
When the morning spreading cold light
Will not melt the frozen dew
One might scrabble round for any cloak
Wash and press it just like new
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