but I cannot wait to celebrate the end of a presidency that dictated my malleable youth
while beckoning in a new which will glorify it.
I am drinking early this election day,
a toast to the last of naivety,
welcoming in responsibility.
Call me juvenile,
but I cannot wait to celebrate tonight with you.
To reassure myself that this world is geared in the right direction.
To tell myself that we are the happiest people in this Atlantic city.
I am drinking early this election day,
a toast to the last of naivety,
welcoming brighter days, warmer relationships, and truthful love.
I will drink it down bitterly, because those cold days will not go down without a fight, those curmudgeons,
but I will love every ounce.
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