To: Darksheare
Dream Dance
A dance wherein one turns away,
The music dims that you hear play,
And fluttered eyelids gently close,
A peaceful face in sweet repose.
The song swells bright and that is when,
The smile returns to life again,
And feet so nimbly skip and play,
The dance goes on another day.
NicknamedBob . . . November 16, 2004
43,044 posted on
11/16/2004 6:42:07 PM PST by
NicknamedBob
(My first book is out! -- You may need gloves... AuthorHouse.Com/BookStore, look for Hawthorne.)
To: NicknamedBob
(Sorry, Gang...I have a phone call...)
43,045 posted on
11/16/2004 6:45:01 PM PST by
Monkey Face
(Never launch a vast project with a half vast plan.)
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