Summertime
Champagne scatters in the air,
as its cock rises high like a rocket.
Happiness oozes out in laugher and giggles;
bikinis and surfboards decorate the oceans;
music sets every stranger and familiar folk in rhythm.
Tonight we’ll burn in bliss, ‘til we’re seen from space!
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