It's Twelve fifteen at night;

  first day of this new year

The streets are full of irking smoke

Outside smells of powder burning

Faintly I see street lights' weak glow

Reminds me of Lebanon's ills

Faintly I see street lights burning

Few lingering explosions heard

Now and then really loud, real close

Scares the dogs even our beta

Outside smells strong powder odor

Lights still burning through the smoke  

Moments ago the skies were lit

Arial bombs bursting in air

Had Houston won the Super Bowl

You'd think so, way they celebrate

The skies were lit China gets rich

Selling fireworks to the masses

Morning, It's Twelve-fifteen;

  my wife's BIGGEST BIRTHDAY 

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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with  Sanaa Rizvi  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-tuesday-platform.html

 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mrs. Jim - I love you more each year !!!