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Paper Bag Discarded, upon your concrete
bed in slumber… just a
paper bag Your slumber broken You awake You move your dancing
feet Waltzing, swaying to a wondrous melody, Fox Trot Then the Latin dance A perfect show, a
perfect remedy. Enchanting the voice
of the birds to sing Joy I am lost in fruitful
bounty At once, without
warning The wind blows quiet returning you to your
concrete bed and the curtain falls to end your show
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