Transcendental Sonnet #980:
Come Back Next Year and Bring Your Money

The took the Plaza fence down
And my quiet little town
Is as bucolic now as it can be

The alcoholic insanity
Which is the essence of the Street Fair
Went fast went past and peace at the last
Is first again and now the worst again
A barking dog or someone's squealing brakes

Leftover drunks with cases of the shakes
Went back whence they came
And now it's the same
As ever and always both there and here

They left lots of their money they increased our fame
And we will welcome them all back again next year

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+Steven Curtis Lance

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