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I was Fourteen

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A stranger demands for one dance,
Took my hand with confidence,
Held it gently, but firm with guidance,
We swayed to my first lesson. I was fourteen.

First the tempo, andante, a sweet waltz
Then we jazzed to a lively tune,
That awakened our souls, swung, spun around and around,
Fingers entwined. I was fourteen.

Eyes surveyed while we possessed the floor.
Step by step, closer
Until secured in a harmonious embrace,
My first lesson remains. I was fourteen.





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