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Dance

By John I. Blair

Dance,
Dance,
Dance . . .
I feel the dance
In my clumsy limbs
As the music throbs and sings
But donít want to be a clown.

I canít find the movements,
The grace, the confidence;
Some brain link is missing,
Or some experience
That turns mental
Terpsichore
Into gettiní down.

©2004 John I. Blair  

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