A pittance of a ladies cocktail drink at the Elevator Brewery can get me easily wasted, but not enough to incapacitate my ability to celebrate Red, White, and Boom in verse.
Shooting lights collide with sundown,
Brightening up the sky like a thousand blazing stars,
One next to another to another;
Taking the shadows of the past, leaving only the present
Gleaming against the shadow of night.
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