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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dancing with Me Da! (For Linda)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As usual<br>the world<br>is threaded through me<br>through television</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& right now<br>it's Jimmy Cagney.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit enthralled<br>engrossed in every move</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...each gesture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Dad comes in<br>from the garden<br>as if he were Adam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">toiling over<br>his vegetables.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drops his crop<br>of potatoes on the floor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cries out: 'Oh...<br>I love this! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweeps me off<br>my feet in a gentle waltz</div><div style="margin:10px 0">around our kitchen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Casey...'<br>(he softly sings) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'would waltz with<br>the strawberry blonde</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...& the band played on! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He'd waltz 'round the floor<br>with the girl he adored</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...& the band played on! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His heart was so loaded<br>(it nearly exploded) '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For God's sake Danny<br>put the child down! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is scolded by my<br>pretending to be annoyed mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'...& make us a cup of tea! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'...& stop acting the clown<br>....& being an eejit! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am deposited<br>like a broken twig<br>in a river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the further bank<br>of a big arm chair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Da da da da da<br>da da da da da</div><div style="margin:10px 0">da da da da da'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he hums as the kettle<br>boils</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kissing my mum<br>who is by now beginning<br>to hum: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Da da da da<br>da da da da da da...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...dancing with me da! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">...some lost sunny Sunday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(It is more than fitting that his poem should be dedicated to Linda Treat who was the first to greet me on the site with the openness and warmth of a true Dempsey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thank you for all the lovely voices out there(especially Miss Angie and my old pal AL) who took the time to listen and said they enjoyed the 'stuff.' It was much...appreciated. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks folks and that's all folks.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=D%C3%B3nall+Dempsey">Dónall Dempsey</a><div class=q>
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the world
is threaded through me
through television

& right now
it's Jimmy Cagney.

I sit enthralled
engrossed in every move

...each gesture.

My Dad comes in
from the garden
as if he were Adam

toiling over
his vegetables.

He drops hi..."></div>
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