On The Dance Floor

June 4, 2009
On the dance floor
Swaying like a
Blade of long prairie grass
In the wind

Is that girl

So gorgeous
No one else exists
Just you
And her

Strutting up
In your suit
Wanting to dance
Looking like a penguin

She notices you

You feel your face
Blush a crimson rose color
Mumble while bowing

Taking her hand
She smiles
You lead
She follows

The music stops
While thanking you
She falls
Into the now apparent crowd

Just as quickly
As she emerged

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