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PageantryThe beauty and pageantry of the gaily lit ballroom quietly calls out to me. Wonderful music played upon the flutes and violins catch my ear. My mind is carried off to fonder times, and my heart is filled with warm emotion, recalling the lovely dances with you. As my soul leaps in exultation over the joyous times we shared wrapped in the glorious bonds of sweet romance. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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