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I hadn’t realized the band had packed and left Leaving me here on a dance floor, twirling Filled with such excitement and without breath Looking down upon my aging hands. On blended knees. I finally wept For I have saved no pennies, and the dimes I was offered for each dance Recklessly offered to each band member Keep it coming. Make this feeling last

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