After the soldiers decamped
dancing girls cried, lost their footing
on the bridge's fading tempo of a two-step
Arriving high on reprieve
they'd drink down to dumbfound dregs
puzzled by the lull, the way good wine spoiled
when sailing ships were idled by doldrums
the dVerse 44 word quadrille is always a challenge and this week Mish has also posed it as a Puzzle
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