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by HollywoodSmile Oct 21, 2010 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
When my hips sway, I hear no voices. When the music plays, I have to move. There is no correography, no steps, no counts, no one-two-three- fours. No, there is only me, and all of me at that. When I twirl I am free. When I dance, I am me.
by Ronald Edwards
HS, you go girl :-) well done, thanks for sharing