Dance
The evolution of a dance
is the way of a stance, The way
one moves or grooves. It's all a
game of chance or what you see at
a glance, Even the lame can dance.
There is no shame of who wants to
dance even the blind will dance
or steal the moment as they are kind
of a revolution in their own way, they
are proud and prideful
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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