Pointin' my finger,
shakin' my hips
side to side.
Movin' to the music,
dancin' a little.
Snappin' my fingers,
feelin' the beat,
closin' my eyes
still shakin' my hips,
movin' a little.
Feelin' the room,
move as I move.
Feet are tappin'
dancin' a little.
Friday, April 22, 2005
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3 comments:
boom-boom-tish-boom-boom-tish
thup-bhoom-dhoom-thup
boom-boom-tish-boom-boom-tish
:)...can hear the music
Nice poem. Could very well double up as a song!
:-)
I'm loving your poetry. I'd like to use it in Mass if you don't mind.
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