At summer’s end two gatherings were found
As the heat of the cool night’s air surround
‘tisan’s rooms of art, lit and pour pure confetti
And music and the party swirls all around-
The ‘burbans sit near the fires of petty
Exchanging between tattlers and cutters.
While the tunes blast away at the white shutters;
Harmony warms while the cold sits in shudders.
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