Why don't you dance with me?
Do you remember when we were young
And the faintest suggestion
Of your nearness
Caught you up into my arms
And sent us dancing?
We were famous, in our day,
Any kitchen was our grand ballroom
Without a hint of music
Floating through the room
Just the music in our minds
And the flowing of emotion
In our tender hearts.
I catch your eye and you smile for me
And it begins
And it can begin again;
Why don't you dance with me?
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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