The party begins with the pop of a cork,
Then sparkling is poured amid breathless small talk,
With glasses in hand we all cheerfully clink,
Excitement and joy greet the evening’s first drink.
Each sip of champagne grants a social disguise,
A sprinkle of stardust enlivening our eyes,
The world seen anew in a bubble-fueled state,
Through gold-tinted lenses we each fabricate.
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Clever!! Love it 😍😍