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4th of July Night
Darkness envelops the field of celebration bringing the musty smells of a summer night Sparkling rockets arching like swallows exploding like a phoenix with many colored feathers forming a rainbow of fire roaring a symphony of drums. Dazzling even Venus then, as if raining rivers of gold and silver, the dancing stars of many colors slowly drifting down whistling as they fall landing with a thousand soft hisses and gently shimmering on the rippling water. [Written in the 7th grade, dunno when. Thanks to Gabriella
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