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The Dance Continues.



The dance continues
And my feet are sore.



I continue to dance
For i have a head
That i can nod along.



I will dance till morning
Should my neck tire away
I will snap my fingers to the rythm.



Your feet too
Must be sore i know
You will have to change
From your tight fitting sharp shooters.



Let's dance to the end
Till the morning comes
Though our feet are sore
Let's form a style.



The dance continues
Though my feet are sore.



Leah Auma.

      • Africa
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