Memory serves innocence as a scent
None more than a plaything for a boy
Mere dime-store toy, given to a child
Never a souvenir taken into manhood… 196 more words
Here is a quick poetic dance that Desiree and I just finished up. This one is called a "Blitz Poem" and is very fast-paced. As always, it was a pleasure to dance words with Desiree. I hope you enjoy this fun, slightly naughty, and exhilarating dance.