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Dance Is Part Of Me
The rhythm,
The beat,
The drum and,
My feet.
They all go together when I move
simply mixing in to the next tune
I hear.
My body has a mind of it's own.
Nothing that I can perfectly describe.
It really would be a sight to see,
To watch from a different point of view when I dance.
Something that I can only dream of seeing.
I can only imagine what other people see.
I can almost believe that it is happening when I imagine my friends and I,
Dancing, acting goofy and being teenagers.
Then when I get tired,
Sweat drips and falls as I finish my last twirl and fall down and pant breathlessly.
Sweat drips and falls as I sit and wait for the next song to play.
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