| Shoes When I can no longer dance, May my shoes continue on. May they please someone As they've pleased me And remind her that I've gone. May they glide with her across the floor In arms so soft and warm, May compliments be sent her way Of their beauty, grace and charm. May she care for them as I would do If time had just stood still. May she pass them along when she moves on So our dance will be eternal. July 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007Friday, August 3, 2007INSTRUMENTS OF PLEASURE / FOLLOWERS OF DELIGHT
Leads in tango are searchers, like musicians,
Who have to find their instruments each evening. Monkish in dark clothes, seeking insight and inspiration, They gather in twilight, on well-worn wood, to punctuated melodies. Followers, -Boyle
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