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The roof, the roof, is on fire
Exclusively engaging tinged entertainment
Raiment to adorn the cheers from the hues
Chasing away, many from the drears’ of use
It appears 2b happiness found, staring down
Half empty although participants are downing ‘rounds
Outstanding memories to no recollection on being that nice
No ice chasing, just straight lacing the changing face tracing
Everybody needs to fill up, to get with the character of spirit
Can you hear it….its getting hot in here, taking time off of ours
Yours is lost in the cause of attainment as you left your chalice on tables
No longer there, so you reach for another or pick up someone’s other
Tossing back the ‘yak of discretion, your weakness now has an opening
Compliance has a license, though experience knows not where or whom you parked next too
How many ounces will it hold or better yet how many holes will need to be filled
Plates of food, games of spades, dj’d sets are playing, birthday wishes, lovers’ kisses
The party chalice holds it all, before falling to the wayside, in refuse receptacles 2b recycled once more
