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A Flight of Grandeur

I can't say I never envisioned this.
I did! I saw it in a flight of grandeur.
My vict'ry parade (on repeat) -- what bliss!
No ridicule! No contemptuous hiss!
Bouquet before bud.

Tripping, skipping on airs, fantasy soared
Premature to the destination. Like pulled
On a kite to the throne (worshipped .... adored!!),
String snapped, unsound threads, a defective cord,
And splat! -- in the mud.