I drink from my living room—
It's as small as a shell—
With the television off, and all of the
Lights,
No one can tell—
And the fair has moved away,
And all of the beautiful girls have
Dimmed—
And it just so happens that
Even now
Even all of the dolphins are asleep
In the bay,
But when tomorrow wakes up
Tomorrow it will just
Be so beautiful that
Everyone will have to go out
And buy fireworks and
Christmas trees
So even all of the cars will have
To stop
To see how beautiful are the gifts
Of their openhearted displays.
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