repetitive

The Dance'

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Just a thought!

I jump no more, my dance card is filled,

Passing memories keep me thrilled.

Clocks on the wall slowly advance,

Marking out time in a four-four dance.

Drips from a faucet are very consistant,

They echo quite loudly, although they are distant.

The wind blows strong, the old house has a creek,

I find myself rocking to keep with the beat.

This timeless concerto repeats everyday...

I'll rock on' tomorrow, till the floor boards give way'



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"The Dance"