Polka Rhythms
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Frantically spinning, enjoying rhythms of
a polka throughout the atmosphere.
A continual melody of happiness, stringing
personalities around.
Filling a morning with requisite beauty in
a peaceful surrounding.
Environment turning itself into a special
dedication for this brand new day.
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