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for that girl at a concert in 1968 she shed her clothes in a moment's abandon and danced naked before the swaying crowd she was young she was beautiful she was a vision of possibility she must be approaching 70 now she is someone's grandmother she spends her days in sweats feeling her knee replacement ache were she to suddenly dance naked in public her children would commit her still, sometimes in her secret heart she imagines doffing her clothes and twirling once again within the music of a more generous time before her world was damaged beyond recovery she imagines, but she doesn't ~mce
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
You Aren't Dead Until You Are Dead
for that girl at a concert in 1968 she shed her clothes in a moment's abandon and danced naked before the swaying crowd she was young she was beautiful she was a vision of possibility she must be approaching 70 now she is someone's grandmother she spends her days in sweats feeling her knee replacement ache were she to suddenly dance naked in public her children would commit her still, sometimes in her secret heart she imagines doffing her clothes and twirling once again within the music of a more generous time before her world was damaged beyond recovery she imagines, but she doesn't ~mce
mike-essig
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
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