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Dance

Poem eighteen – http://napowrimo.com

Guitar starts strumming,
Drums start crashing
And hips start shaking.

Come on down girl,
The night’s young,
The beats beginning.

Move towards the promise
Of an answer and a smile,
And don’t forget to dance.

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About Becky Bite

Dementia Friend & Champion, Editor of The Bite Magazine, Jewellery Designer, Writer, Geek.

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