Dance Poem by DENNIS TAYLOR
Dance
On a pencil, they put erasers for a reason
Auto correct so that we might not make mistakes
In our life, there is a time for every season
Our only hope, is that we bend and do not break
Although we all, fall very short of expectations
We know he died, so that we all may have a chance
It was on this day that he erased all our transgressions
So if you get to heavens ball room
Dance
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