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All the Schalls were dancing
At the wedding of a son.
Exuberance was in the air,
The crowd psyched up for fun.
As friends and family joined them
And the DJ fanned the fire,
We reveled in the mirth and spirits
Couldn't get much higher.
There were people on the dance floor
I'd last seen when they were young.
How delightful then to watch them,
From their childhood shells now sprung.
While my husband twirled my daughter
As the music's charms were heeded,
What I hoped for was that image
To be conjured up as needed.