4th of July

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red, white, and blue fill up the sky

Maybe purple too that boomed last night

Airplanes coming from the west

Lemonade cooling our foreheads

Music blaring through the windows

While smoke is filled in neighborhoods

Hands filled with paint leaving prints on paper

Footprints leading to the door of another wonder

Dad driving and us looking through the window

Of fireworks calling on our left and on the right

Grilling chicken that waters in our mouth

Birds laughing from the south

A signal is ringing in my ear

July is hear, it is near

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