Jeffrey SpahrSummers - Dancers

So my father placed third in the ballroom dancing world championships
nineteen fifty something the man was smooth he simply took command
of the floor like a master made it his own as a child I remember dancers
stepping off the floor to watch their eyes glazed over with some certain
satisfaction at falling witness to this magic as for me the waltz is a waltz
is a pleasure to share and I do favor a good two step fox trot and swing
but with my rock and roll heart I want mostly to rip it up work up a sweat
burn off the ol dancing shoes but good somewhere in between up close
I mean touching feeling the beat together I've decided is the place to be

2004

Jeffrey SpahrSummers

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