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Daily Archives: January 22, 2006
It’s Only Dancing
I don’t even know your name; it’s not important you know mine. But since you’re sitting there alone, I’d like a minute of your time. It may seem forward, I’ll admit; I’ll understand if you refuse. But you look like … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged companionship, dancing, friendship, innocence, loneliness
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