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The Last Dance
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The Last Dance |
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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
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The Last Dance A dancing bear, I dreamed, was entertaining men who sat with rapt attention around a fire, that seemed would never die. But when the trainer, slow to mention its muzzle strap was old, had made this known to folks who sat in front, some too near moved back with haste where cold abused, but overcloaks were donned which helped deny fear. This dream changed scenes. The bear erect, no muzzled nose and trainer gone, could run fine. Yet he too tired to care, danced on, and by dream's close his sad face had become mine. --HA |
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