Fun in a dance,
Dance in a glimpse,
Glimpse gains a chance,
Chance flings a dream.
Fun to see more,
More form to feel,
Feel that hurls spores,
Spores that fund will.
Fun just to play,
Play with fond times,
Times that words stray,
Stray in brief rhymes.
Come to the front,
Front your sweet face,
Face life's sure grunts,
Grunts that flood space.
Here in this hall,
Hall where souls meet,
Meet...
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