Feet
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Feet, do your stuff just one more time
Fandango round the Palais
Direct these poor arthritic bones
To dance that grand finale
My hair is lost, my teeth gone brown
I'm slowly going doolally
But c'mon hooves, you'll manage just one
final whirl with Sally
So steer these limbs around the floor
One last skeletal rally
A late rhapsodic flush to end
That tragic, final ballet
Copyright © Brian Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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