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 DANCING FOOLS
Went to the dance hall
and what did I see?
Strangers, entrancers with
hopes well to be.
Free form was the style.
Falling strangely into time,
intentions all the while.
Swaying with slow tunes; align.
Nobody knew they were so few.
To sit there and watch,
Or make attempt to do.
It was a frenzy of fools.
Michaela Warren 2011
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