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2008, San Fancisco, Carnival Parade
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He wondered, just then, at the expense of his sunglasses
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A few liked to dance with feathered wooden sticks
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Mysteriously the red cloth tried to escape
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A nicely painted wall overlooked the parade
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Oddly, the feathers momentarily seemed a bad idea
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A strong man, they say, maintains a strong rhythm
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For one woman the hat became the prime accessory
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With presence of will she avoided counting beads
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Blue, they knew, would be a good color
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Ahead, the parade appeared to have stopped
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No better time to text than during a parade
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Even those driving enjoyed participating
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The man aligned his mask a bit too late
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His trumpet contributed to the video's sound
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Two officers took a moment to consult
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Sometimes music makes only one person smile
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Clearly his whistle meant serious business
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With her arm held out, she felt classic
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At the wrong moment his bubble gun jammed
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A blanket of many words passed by the viewers
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A fierce lyric must always look fierce
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Not all waved with equal enthusiasm
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He considered himself just a cut above the others
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Maybe not a holy man, but he surely looked the part
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Some grass is meant to be worn not smoked
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A quick check to see if the drum was in tune
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A lowly branch can yet be highly symbolic
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A veil of smoke was believed to provide protection
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Sometimes a weave to the right can be most effective
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Her song mesmerized even her own band
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Her peace earings complimented her yellow dress
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The mask just didn't like the look of those cameras
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The pixie boy proved a modest hit
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As they watched, the guitar continued to shrink
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He briefly believed they were being flanked
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She wanted to be a star and suddenly was one
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Yellow feathers make the hats just perfect
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The wish was honest, so she willingly granted it
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Something in the crowd made him miss one note
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He honestly believed his wife hogged the makeup
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She imagined briefly floating on a feather bed
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They waited for his count to reach three
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A Bolivian banner lead the group
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The design on her cheek completed her outfit
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Her eyes bugged out at the sight of him
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The parrot who took her eye had to ride outside
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She danced with a real sense of gusto
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The mask appeared less hollow than it was
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He waved a jolly hello to those in the window
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A whistle failed to stop them, so he poked
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Her magic glasses worked despite that morning's curse
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Already dancing, yet her upheld hand showed her readiness
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With one wing broken, she could no longer fly
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His legs grew so much he needed a higher bike
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Fortunately her fan managed to keep her cool
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One spectator appreciated his look
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Despite its weight her hat proved bearable
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Even the dogs knew how to dress for a parade
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His prettiness factor gradually faded with age
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His ability to fly was not the question to ask
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She first leaned to the right as was rehearsed
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Proudly her dress matched her fan
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The patchwork display proved odd contrast to his pants
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Such fun she felt as she danced with the others
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Spears ready, they marched ahead of the giant
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The man behind the man was firmly in control
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The effects of the carnival mirror proved irreversable
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The mime in the moon oversaw those below
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Despite her height, she still wanted to fly higher
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Ahh, those soft lilting tropical sounds
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She wanted nothing to do with that pesky photographer
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The time to march vigorously had not arrived yet
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Her stilts provided tremendous lift
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The mask, she felt, was better up
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Although her face was veiled, her voice was clear
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She considered one feather in her hat too few
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Despite the tiny tambourines they still looked cool
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Hello, she waved, without even looking
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Too soon the flags overpowered her
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His enthusiasm resulted in a loud shout
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Then she showed how small her husbands head was
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How strange to worship a head on one's own hand
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The school's decorations already began to fail
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There must be a better way to earn a buck
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His merriment bordered on being contagious
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She felt the sun, at that moment, strike perfectly
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What appeared a mike, was really a long straw
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He proudly waved the flag
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The touchtone dancers dressed in dials
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Some watched the parade from over a Taqueria
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