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Yes, again!
Keep dancing, I say I push and push got to be perfect got to be beautiful My feet ache under screaming knees keep going keep going My toes turn num My mind numming too I keep dancing keep going got to be pretty have to get it right I dance alone it will never be right never be OK.
It's a really nice poem, it's great. Reminds me of continous swirling movement, ever striving to be the best. Excellent job. Britz
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