Broken pieces on the floor,
I still can’t believe it’s done.
Running the day through my head,
Thoughts of all the delightful fun.
Hard to picture the garbanzo’s flying,
Doubly so the fish,
Amazing how stunning the party was,
Yet I still hope I get my wish.

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