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Out and about

A rocking song

Goes on and on

Dancers hopping

And bopping

With the beats

At their feet.

Lights flicker

And seem to bicker

Who is bigger!

The air is cool

To chill every duel.

Shouts and cheers,

Sorrows so mere,

Pitch up and above…

Ah! there goes a scared cow!!

‘Aargh!’ the thunder roars

and halts their soar.

Out comes

The joyous group

With

their bliss droop.

Towering high

Was the moon light,

With the stars twinkling,

At them, winking.

The night’s breeze

Offers the desired freeze.

The song so silent

Soothes their tired bend.

There was their party

Calm and darting

In the less felt planet-

The nature, the life.

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sandy said…
welcom back lady... nice depiction of tots... :)
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