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I sometimes wonder if I’ll be missed at all when I’m gone,
We made lots of friends out there younger having big fun,
But most have gone on as other interests they did seek,
As I’m not sure many people will remember this old antique. Continue reading
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Many things did go on I have never presented before,
When Misques clog danced on those asphalt floors.
So in this Misque story poem, you will all get to see,
Some of the strange stuff going on behind the scenes. Continue reading
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I found an old pile of photos buried way down deep,
That Pam had packed away for the family to keep.
They sparked my interest as I shuffled through them,
So I picked some out to write a story poem right then. Continue reading
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I think we all have part of us that likes to dress as clowns,
To have some fun and take away other people’s frowns.
This started in me at about age 34 and grew from there,
To the point that I would often cause people to stare. Continue reading
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We stopped in to visit some old friends in Tulsa yesterday,
And talked of fun times we had when we used to play.
As Misques And The Cuties back when we were younger,
Having much fun doing clog dance exhibitions out yonder.
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The Misques had been dancing together a while now,
And we were still going more places as time did allow.
We learned many new dances, learning more all the time,
As we continued to improve our program, now so fine. Continue reading
During the time we did exhibition clog dances so fun,
With Misques And The Cuties always on the run,
We traveled to many places to show off our dancing troop,
I will discuss some of the places we danced in our group. Continue reading
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Sometimes some of the “Misques And The Cuties” troop,
Got together to party down in our basement as a group.
We let our hair down a little, dancing and raising hell,
Listening to loud music with close friends as we did yell.
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I was looking through a few old pictures I just found,
And I thought I would write a poem of some renown,
About friends and family from the country and the town,
That we do love from the friendships that we found. Continue reading
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Square dancing and clogging made me move my feet,
To that hoedown sound of that old time fiddle beat.
We moved fast to the fiddle music that sounded so sweet
While having a great time dancing on the balls of our feet. Continue reading