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By Ali Date: 2002 Feb 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.23.22.11.30152]] |
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Our eyes meet and part, only to meet again This dance that we do is teasingly sweet I brush against your arm and pretend not to notice You move a little closer, and pretend not to care It's funny, the tiny games people play We are nothing but peacocks, without all the flair Still, I rather like this dancing, for right now, that is The maybe's and what-if's make my heart smile I think that I shall continue for a short time, at least Perhaps see what develops, or doesn't And should the dance end, I'll be none less the richer But should it continue, flourish, and change-- Well then I'll just put another quarter in the jukebox Learn a new step, and dance a new tune... |