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after the ball






We
danced
until
the wee small
hours crept up so
very curiously on cats 
feet. Quiet as church mice we snuck out like fugitives,
greeting dawn with half smirks over coffee cups. Pennies for our thoughts? We'd make a killing.

© 2013 ~ Rene

For Tess, on her birthday.

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  1. HelenOctober 20, 2013 at 7:14 PM

    Penny for your thoughts .. A penny in your hat! Pennies from heaven .. A sweet poem for Tess!

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  2. Laurie KolpOctober 20, 2013 at 8:32 PM

    Sounds like you had a fun time.

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  3. Tess KincaidOctober 20, 2013 at 8:56 PM

    Love it! You had as much fun as I did!

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  4. Carolina LintheadOctober 21, 2013 at 11:20 AM

    Lovely poem! My thoughts are my own, and worth a mint ;-)

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  5. Buddah MoskowitzOctober 22, 2013 at 5:19 PM

    Ah! Wonderfully done!

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