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In the middle of the park there stood
And old platform make of Oakwood
On Saturdays nights in this little town
Folks would come from miles around
To hear the orcestra play an dance upon it floor
Once young lovers could seen strolling about
While socializing and laughter rang out
Now this splendid attraction,sits quietly and decays
It hadn't been used,since those by gone days
As I sat picturing that other era
Music seemed to feel the spring air
Just then a couple walked out onto the stand
He bowed as she curtsied ever so grand
They began to dance,gliding and twirling,with such ease of grace
Loving memories could be seen..on their once young face
Elation coursed throuh my soul
And sadness tugged at my heart..as it glowed
For the last Waltz was being danced this night
They'll be tearing it down come early light
Never again will one see such a sight


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The following comments are for "The Last Waltz"
by lynlin

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You've painted a lovely picture and story with just a few words.

( Posted by: DreamStar224 [Member] On: November 20, 2005 )





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