Poem for her 707

Dear Readers,


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The upper case for the number today
707
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The song said
The dance floor was empty
Get up and dance
The song was cranked
Stereo in fine form
Sunshine she danced
To the humming she heard
The song was a tune she knew
One written for her
Talked to her strings
Fibers and bits and iotas
Dance in the open space
I typed that today
She read the note
She said, yep
Then got up and danced
I cranked the stereo up
I cleared the space
Got my camera out
Adding to our scrap book

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.