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[Home of the Standstill Parade]

It was a hard freeze we were up north there were fishhouses

decorated to look like only fish or only houses there were kids

grappling with a lot of candy my sister was there

nobody cared about the wattage of anything the streetlamps were dull

as knives in candle light it’s not just that your uncle

was drunk it was everyone had a drunk uncle the fish float

was built on a hay wagon dragging down the main

drag throwing candy wet inside the wrapper your discomfort is contagious