Monday, November 15, 2010

Tale Of The Dancers Comments

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Never touching, always bending, swaying, without refrain
Dance and hope, our swirling figures brush
The rush, so simple, a temple, you and I
Why is it never embrace? No trace, of time gone by
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T.A. Rosenbaum
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T.A. Rosenbaum

Stockton, Mo
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