It is Friday night The weekend is just about to start right The gals they wanna go dancing..... Hips swaying Butts shaking Feet tapping The whole shivering to the music of the disco beating.....
Dear, Put on your dress Slip on your heels Let's dance!
I write in remembrance of memories of a Graceful angel, whom Heaven sent. Words flow Gracefully, inspired. Words filled the space with Gracefulness, aspired.
I write till the day comes, that no words can further describe, and no vocabulary can further define, that when she look into the space, and when she reads the poems, she will realize, the angel's name is GRACE.
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