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In My Youth I Was a Tireless Dancer

But now I pass
Graveyards in a car.
The dead lie,
With their feet toward me
Please forgive me for
Saying the tombstones would not
Fancy their faces turned from the highway.

Oh perish the thought
I was thinking in that moment
Newman Illinois
The Saturday night dance
What a life? Would I like it again?
No. Once I returned late summer
From California thin from journeying
And the girls were not the same.
You’ll say that’s natural
They had been dancing all the time.

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Poem In My Youth I Was a Tireless Dancer - Edward Dorn