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Get out there on the floor and dance!

You don’t have forever.


What does it cost to send a postcard

to the underworld? I’ll buy

a penny stamp from World War II

and mail it downtown at the old post office

just as the courthouse clock strikes twelve.

Extract above from a poem by Dana Gioia (c)2016, from my daily dose of Poetry Foundation newsletter

… things to do, elsewhere, again!

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