Dancing with Will
(Bref
Double)
A
rocker and a roller she
Would
dance the night away until
Her
laughter changed to yawns and then
She’d kiss Will bye and head for home
Around
a curve there stood a tree
She
doubted as she sped downhill
She
braked and slid and lost her course
And
stopped to smashing of the chrome
She
heard a distant timid voice
Man
shape appeared before the moon
Sweet
trail of blood ran down her face
And
then her mind began to roam
To
thunderous cacophony
She danced the dance of life with will
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