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I first learned to dance
On Daddy’s shoe tops,
Little fingers in his belt loops
As he danced the two step.
"Hang on," he would say
"Here we go."
The radio played a fifties tune.
I was his shadow.
He was my hero.
Monday’s he went to the mill,
I went to school,
Ushering my younger brothers
Three little squirrels.
My little shoulders worried.
Daddy’s wide shoulders worked,
Persisted, endured.
Mama has gone.
Her greener pasture,
Was but a dry lot of broken glass.
Saturday morning…
Back on Daddy’s shoe tops.
The radio played a country tune.
"Hang on," he said …

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"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack


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The following comments are for "On Daddy's Shoe Tops"
by BevRaffaele

touched
i found this so personal and touching. i hope it's your actual memory because it's too beautiful not to belong to someone. lovely.

( Posted by: wrdekle [Member] On: June 9, 2004 )

touched on daddy's shoe tops
Thank you, yes it is absolutely true...
sincerely Bev

( Posted by: bevraffaele [Member] On: June 9, 2004 )





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