by Nicole Scott

Created on: November 11, 2008

One day, when the world least expects it,

I'll come out of my shell and dance.

Dance to the music of the morning,

to the joy of the afternoon and the exotic taste of the night.

You might not recognize me,

for I'll be different than I was today.

But I hope you'll smile when I kiss your hand.

The flowers will bloom, the birds will sing and a merry party shall ensue.

I sent you an invitation,

why won't you come?

Is it my dress, I know you don't like blue.

Perhaps I'll wear pink.

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