"The Fifth-of-July Blues"
The summer is for barbecuing,
And this one's no exception.
Extended friends and family gather,
And all is near perfection.

As the boys chase a chicken around;
But the party isn't over yet
As the sun goes down.
The sky lights up brightly
In a wondrous glow;
People in blankets and chairs
Sit back to enjoy the show.
Someone runs out to the circle
And lights up another cone;
Dozens of people surround me,
and yet I am all alone.
I am not a smart man,
But I know this much is true:
The only thing missing from my yesterday
. . . was you.
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