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Dance in the Dark
by Jeffrey Park
play me my favorite tune with the oom-pa-pa
and the hop and the skip and the ankle-and-thigh slap
your shadow spilling across a bed of pine needles
when the moon rises we’ll
dance down the hill
we’ll cross the little brook and roll ourselves
through the meadow
all for the sake of tradition and old bedtime stories
so tear off your dress and stuff your mouth full
of leaves
for when the song is done
we’ll tear through these woods like fairy madmen
yodeling our way to our feast of yore
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