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Swing Night

June 15, 2009

The lights were dim but the faces glowed
As young bodies moved along to the sound
Of Ella Fitzgerald, swinging and proud.
They twirled to the beat, and the dresses flowed.

Upon the music the dancers rode,
They longed for the passions that abound
As the human form is swirled around.
The feelings, motions, and colors explode

As men and women gleaming with sweat
Spin dizzily throughout the hours of night.
The crescendo comes, then the evening descends

Slow and smooth with the rich clarinet.
The men dip their ladies, smiling bright,
Hearts rhythmically throbbing, the music ends.

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