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Dancing on the Boardwalk
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Memories The music was smooth jazz,
we danced in soft, slow rain.
Anything more would have
been an intrusion.
We were in love,
last night.
What do strangers talk about
when two different worlds
dance in the rain?
The rain, we talked of rain,
last night
The night passed slowly,
so much unsaid.
For one brief dance,
last night, on the boardwalk,
I was in love again.
And I never knew his name.
