You know, there was a point when not only
Did I start to dance,
that I started to realize,
I was good at it.
Not that formal formality of dance,
But that self dance.
That kind that defines you.
Head down ears out
Come a little baby
Let's jump the broomstick
Come and let's tie a knot.
And when I can't dance,
I can't be me.
10.17.2012
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