Undisturbed Snow Canvas For a Would be Fred Astair
The old master of stagger
Wearing five coats of filth
Twirls in the silent ballet
Sky barley pink and a taste for a drink
Hating the cold and this damn getting old
Inside hid head, in an alcohol cloud
A violin plays, crisp pure and loud
And he dances so sweet
With staggering feet
And the world ain't been fair
To Fred Astair
Up and then down, he's painting the town
Communing with nature, he's kissing the ground
So slow but really
It doesn't take long
You can't stop dancing
Till the end of the song
Don Sieloff
Compiled Wednesday, April 16, 1997
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