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Five Fingers

(This is a Minute Poem written in strict iambic meter) Five fingers guide me to the floor I smile no more I want to flee "Just dance with me." In all the world I must believe And do perceive A gentleman Waits for my hand. Someone with whom my fate will lock And mock me not For here I am With midget Sam. RETA PRUITT September 11, 2016

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