Dancing
DANCING
Oh how I love to go a dancing around
To the music and its wonderful sound
In a room so bright and gay
With the smell of lilacs wafting away
But i do not worry if its day or night
I‘m still dancing with all my might
And in a very pitch black room
Amongst all that doom and gloom
I still love dancing with all my might
Copyright © Mary Grace | Year Posted 2015
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