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    Day fibber
    Night tripper
    Ingloriously shabby and chic
    Skirting the issue in your best dress
    Go-go little dancer
    Tumultuous Tango
    Spinning out of control and blaming the Bossa Nova
    A process with a consequential end
    Longing for an up beat tempo
    Trying to reinvent a new dance step
    Reluctant to face the future
    You swallow hard and twinge, as your mirror ball eyes grows dim

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    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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