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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.

Comments

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

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

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

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