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Oh, I wish I were born to dance
To look elegant as I prance
Around the floor with legs flying
All the handsome men are vying
To take their place right next to me
But, alas, it is not meant to be
Some people were born with rhythm
But I know I am not one of em
So I accept my fate with a sigh
Take my seat and watch others glide by
My talent is not to beguile
With fancy steps and wistful smile
But Oh how I wish I were born to dance
To impress with my elegant prance
I am better at making these rhymes
Which is all well and good most times
But on a Saturday night it can't compete
With a girl who is light on her feet
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On high tip toes
She stretches her leg in the air
The audience is silent
As they mesmerizingly stare
With a twist of the wrist
The
Dance
It was only a seaside cafe,
My soul a tendril reaching out
Eagerly cleaving to the silhouette,
Standing on a table near
Dancing Solitary
I dance alone
surrounded by thousands,
I move to the music
missing not a step.
I dance alone
crowded on all sides,
I
I remember the dance and the music that played
It took me away to a special place
A moment in time etched in my memory
Forever
by Sarah Lewis
Dance,
To the beat of the drum,
The beat of your heart,
Thump, thump.
Dance,
Like there is no tomorrow,
No today,
Just dance.
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