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Dance Sing Shoes

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by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

It’s the shoes.
The special 1964 Sunday shoes!
Why else are there so many white socks in this recital hall?

Only Alan and Brandeis have their dad’s socks.
They have money to spend.

white socks

“And lift, and two, and three and point-yer-toe.
And six and wave and eight,” she barked.

How I love Mrs. Douglas.
I thought her dancing outfits looked like underwear.

Why does Mr. Douglas move so fluidly?
He looks like her brother, not her husband.
“Let’s start again!”

That record should be worn out by now.
Round and around five-thousand times this summer.

Marty still can’t lift his soccer injury leg.
I guess you can dance any way you like
if you play a sport.

“Ball tap, heel tap, step and riffle.
Move to your right and kick right!”

Is she like that at home?
Probably orders her dog around and
makes it lick her hand on command.
I could do that?

“Shuffle-ball-change. Shuffle-ball-change!”
She even smells good when she sweats.

I miss my sandals.

Picture credit and much love to Meredith Sue Willis.

Copyright © 1960-2015 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.

Author: SpindoctorUSA

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