The Lady From Grand Rapids

Yesterday I stopped at my old homestead, a nationally known community;
It’s called The Villages, Florida, for Seniors, the epitome!
With a quarter million and growing, it’s the largest of its kind;
Many residents boogie nightly, dance to bands that blow their mind!
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The weather was phenomenal, over eighty with sunlit skies;
Thousands came out to party, feeling most natural highs!
The restaurants were overflowing, I dined at one of their bars;
I heard the music start in the palladium, it got me rocking from afar!
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I got there almost an hour later, the band was on their break;
I saw hundreds sitting in the amphitheater, lots waiting to get down and shake!
Then fifteen minutes later, the band returned to play;
I joined the throng on the dance floor, us all eager to rock and sway!
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That’s when I first noticed her, the dancing platinum blonde;
Like me she was unaccompanied, visiting The Villages from far beyond!
I sidled up beside her, our dance moves coincide;
Without one word bespoken, we boogied side by side!
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For half an hour we shimmied, not once did our bodies touch;
But for that brief time we united, then both said “Thank you oh so much”!
She left with her dear girlfriend, “We’re from Grand Rapids”, they shouted out;
I thanked the stars I’d met them, and such joy had come about!
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A lovely lady
Joined me to Rock and Roll
Then we parted ways