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Dancing With Jack



When I am finally off this planet,
If critics write
He had a life long battle with booze,
They will be wrong-

Not a battle, but a dance-
Mr. Daniels and Senor Cuervo
Were smooth, swift twirlers of fantasy

They made me laugh and cry
And tossed me and turned me
And taught me how to fly

I learned the hard way
Not to let them drive
But, once learned, they
Never drove again

I always saved the last dance for Jack
And there always is a last dance
And dawn always rises over last night's fiesta
Then you have to fly on your own