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The Dance'
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Just a thought! I jump no more, my dance card is filled,
Passing memories keep me thrilled.
Clocks on the wall slowly advance,
Marking out time in a four-four dance.
Drips from a faucet are very consistant,
They echo quite loudly, although they are distant.
The wind blows strong, the old house has a creek,
I find myself rocking to keep with the beat.
This timeless concerto repeats everyday...
I'll rock on' tomorrow, till the floor boards give way'
