wavelets dance
across the morning cove
skipping and hopping
with the cool breeze
playing ring around the rosie
with the shy sweet peas
morning dance
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Note: It is a cold, drizzly, windy day – so what better time to…..
Dance Dance Dance
Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!
It tastes like stars
And feels like the moon.
Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!
It tastes like new
And it feels like now.
Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!
And he’s not me
And I’m not him.
Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!
— The Course of Our Seasons, Authorhouse Publishing 2011