And none will see the same parade…
Or who controls what they observe!
That has never concerned them anyway.
Their eyes are prepared to fix on floats.
And the redundacy of colorful marchers.
And who cares if the vendor has no peanuts to sell…
As long as someone sold cotton candy!
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