Atlas Dances

by OrangeJuicePerez   Mar 1, 2012


This slow doo-whop has me dancing her nearer.
Misowned Sue sought vastly for a dear sir.
Mistletoe clues caught is known as catching a veered turn.
At a trick show who thought a vanished treat would reappear.
This whole new trot has her ravished free as I steer.
I'll spin and hold you on top, never shattering your shears.
A tip toe two waltz stammer rings roars of cheers.
Glimpse close as her cute walk rather sings to bored dead ears.

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