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Party Folk

Yup, here they come hippies, yuppies, kiddies and Millenials, generation X on the run they gather at the restaurants and malls ten or twelve six feet apart walk along the walls casually strolling pass the limited entry stores no longer able to stay at home, so tired and so bored. There's Old Joe and John, laughing as they wave their hands to Sue and Lynn, Morgan and Zoe in the corner stand masks upon their face, sauntering with grace hoping to find a sale within this space, but security is riding on their segway racers courting those who appear displacers. There are no flash mobs here all the people hold back their fears these once avid partygoers are now streamlined floaters longing, aching, wishful thinking of party times when they all danced and drank alcoholic wines.

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Date: 12/31/2020 7:48:00 PM
DM, I enjoyed the party while it lasted. Have a happy new year. -Richard
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