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The Dice Men

Sky long since darkened
the dance floor began rocking
Two men sat and watch
playing dice to pass the time.

We danced like that once.
Said one to the other.
"Once? I danced much more."
The other proclaimed loudly.

They roll a 6 and such a slow
sweet song played
they listened and hummed a long
waiting, wishing they could join.

Then came the number 5
kicking the music alive.
Scorning the break dancers
secretly wanting their moves. 

 A waitress bringing drinks
shook the table a bit
"Enjoy your game folks"
but the dice had moved to a 3


 And a man went to his knee
wanting a bride to be.
Smiling brimming with memories
The next man rolled a 4.

This song left the men silent
a red dress woman with a
partner in a tuxedo matching.
fell into an entrancing step.

So on to the dice the men
continued to play.
Rolling and watching the
evening unfold.

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