Dancing with Will
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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