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Her Dance: Memories of a Mens Club
Contributed by
eggflipper
on
Friday, 4th March 2011 @ 07:45:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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The music starts,
inadequacies develop.
Natural beauty's
a tarantula dance.
Place where Molson is king,
they are his servants.
Enjoy themselves when he say,
sleep now when he calls.
Societal norms,
checked at the door,
keep your loaded pistols
your platonic eys.
This is her place,
this is your dance.
The face you see
is not the one that cries.
The name you call
is not the one that answers.
Let them take those dreams
and replace them
with yourself.
For this is her place
and this is her dance.
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eggflipper
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2011-03-04 19:45:35] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Her Dance: Memories of a Mens Club
(User Rating: 1 ) by DIOGENES on
Wednesday, 30th March 2011 @ 07:43:27 PM AEST (User
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Great imagery & simple wording throughout that leads to the main theme, "She's the star of the show", above all the turmoil & distractions. Very well done. Thank you. |
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