A poem
Firework feet out the door
Keys tight in jeans, no jangles
Splash of aftershave and a bit more
Hair brushed neat, no tangles
Ready to cut holes in the dance floor
Boots making shapes, all angles
“Happy New Year!” Over, they pour,
Sky, reflecting eyes, with spangles.
© Darius the Mate 31-12-2021
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Love this!! Happy New Year… gonna wear my spangles. And dance.
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Enjoy yourself Helen! Happy new
Year
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HNY, Darius!
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Happy new year!
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This poem has amazing energy! Hope you have a happy new year!
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Thank you, Brooke, that’s what I was going for! Happy new year!
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I LOVE. the idea of firework feet. Such a fun poem.
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Thank you, sungrain. Happy new year!
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Happy New Year to you Darius: hope it’s a good one!
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Happy new year, Ingrid 🤩
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