by Jared Lorance

Created on: March 04, 2010

Silver. Gold. Lavender. Diamond.

The table is old but the drinks are new.

So many "I'd love to stays",

For they have obligations to oblige to.

Amongst the idly dull conversations,

A plotty half-witted spat wanes.

There beside interchanging beauties,

Some chairs stay just the same.

Eventually retiring for the evening,

For it has reached their bed time.

The party is never really the same,

It all started to dwindle after nine.

Lucious portions start to get old,

It is time for bed.

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