The Dance Lesson I was so clear after the war, all those years ago. I was just a guy carrying his bags, wondering what time will sew. Driving through Times Square I remember those summer nights. I was like a carnival with the top down, of car horns and blinking lights. I feel the spirit of the silver screen, good old Hollywood romance. It’s just me i…
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