’Twas the night before the Fourth in the Cimarron Valley, And all through the towns, folks were ready to rally.
The flags were all hung from the porches with care, Waving proud in the warm Oklahoma air.
The children were buzzing, too wired for bed, With pop-its and sparklers and big dreams in their heads. They scattered like fireflies across every yard, Laughing and jumping and stomping down hard.
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