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Other Things And so we partied Into the wee hours Among the flowers And the flowing wine, Fabulous food and music Made for dancing, romancing And other things. Some slipped the shadows Into adjacent rooms Where horizontal dance floors Caressed their body steps, Some stayed on the soft Leather couches Flirting with anyone Carelessly coming too close, Some stood in corners Shoulders touching, Waving and whispering News, sports, politics and stuff They had no part in. And there was you, A stranger then, Alone, sipping soda, Eyes motioning to The door, to escape, To other things. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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