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That Night

That’s where we spent a pup-tent event playing ourselves

As Santa’s elves on a vast place of plenty.  Some twenty-


 somethings wandered off the reservation to an undisclosed

location for a rest from smiles and the guile of just being nice.


Withal, a brawl turned into a slow crawl to a dawn beyond

the one we were on. There was rejoicing at voicing songs


 that belonged to our parents but apparently all did not end

well for the knell tolled as the dawn lofted a blank stare into


he charged night air. The day after, riotous laughter could still

 be heard out of sight, for the night had morphed into day as it


   has a way of doing in spite of human’s persistent importuning’s.

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