Appears in my book "Ripples"
The moon hangs in the night sky Like a beacon for a child at bedtime There's time to have bedtime stories read to you There's time to recite prayers to You She wanted to be that music box ballerina If only daddy could have seen ya Pirouetting and forgetting in moments of..... Frozen prances and unfurling action In the store front window, blink and continue There's no time to stand still When Fred Astaire wants to dance No time to check makeup When Cary Grant wants romance In a Holden crush, or Cooper embrace That is where Audrey Hepburn stands
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