"About the Mexican polka."
He began to tell, and fidgeted with his drink.
It gave her time to think of another question to ask him.
She smiled and played with the end of a wisp of her hair,
And as he wound down with his lengthy explanation,
She was ready for him
With another great question
For him to answer.
He didn't know that she was a dancer.
Her legs were growing tired,
But maybe his tenure at the University would provide
Her some security,
And so she danced with him tonight,
Not only in her heels,
But in her great conversation skills,
And he was never sorry twice.
-jenn
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