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When
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
Copyright ©
Teena Tincan
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