I am dancing in secret and silence. I am clapping my hands with mittens on. In robe and slippers I dip and swoop and soft shoe the floor with a wiggle (gently) of my old hips. The only song I hear in my head is “Happy Days are Here Again”, a song from my childhood. A song for Franklin.
There is joy in the East and joy in the West, but my state went 57% Romney. My county went 78% Romney. There is gloom and despair outside my door as though it was just announced that Obama has banned the wearing of blue jeans and boots in public and all pick-up trucks are being recalled. In my little county, 21% of us voted for Obama. That is 1,068 souls who touched the screen by his name.
I just want to say thanks to the other 1,067. (We need a secret handshake to know each other.)
Be careful out there. Some folks are sore losers.
But I am dancing in secret and silence!
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The secret handshake part is so true. When I find out someone at work is a Democrat it is like finding out someone else eats their rice with sugar. I instantly bond.
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