Two Feet Jimmy

 What does this have to do with this week's theme of writing about dancing (a specific style or dancing in general)? OK, sure... it's ice skating, not dancing. But both are joy-filled examples of movement. And we could all do with a bit more joy, right? Just go with it.

My two feet,

  A synopsis 

I love these feet of mine 

Have high hopes, love them always 

When young and gay met a mate 

Met her at the skating rink 

A bit younger than I was 

We lied about our ages 

Eloped to another state 

Marriage lasted thirteen years 

Then she met another guy 

Bozo couldn't even dance 

But his smile was becoming 

Married, lasted not a year 

New lady for me  arrived 

three years later, she could skate 

We celebrated last week 

Fifty-three years of romance 

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