With no skill
And only desperate enthusiasm
I lift myself from a low
With a shoulder shake
A tilted hip
A spasmic flip
and my hair flies free and wild.
As long as I keep
Moving to the beat
Stretching
Bending
A joy is welling
Swelling
Bursting
From me.
And there is no time to concentrate
Or think
Or feel
Anything but fine.
Until the music stops.
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