November 16th.

There is a moment when
All that we wished for came true
And we laughed 
And we sang
And it was perfection;
If only for a few measly minutes
We got our chance at fame
Our chance at glee and excite
From the deepest of blacks
To the brightest of whites;
And yes
It was a mere fifteen minutes:
The half-way point
In between one and two
Where everything falls upon us
Like heavy rain washing away our woes.

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