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About the run down dairy
and the alcoholic milkman
who every week served as last
the impoverished Lady
in her bottle strewn parlour.

He had been dreaming of flying out, and she
had imagined herself a future without
amputated legs.

That autumn night he pushed the milk cart
until in front of her fireplace,
placed bottles and glasses upon the cart
and raked up the fire.

Dance with me, she whispered,
and after a few clumsy passes
she let herself go and unbuckled everything.
He placed them against the cart,
lifted her up and danced.





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