though I can no longer dance.
I think everyday of the twostep.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Monday, April 18, 2011
For Aunt Kathryn
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That two-step has an insidious way of invading each and every thought, doesn't it?
ReplyDeletereminds me of things I miss and puts a smile on my face when I'm in a good mood. Puts me in a worse mood when I'm in a bad mood. Sigh- grief
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