Dance Fever
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Winning a gold medal in Silver Games diffuses the sting of old age.
We dance to strains of music for the thrill
for when musicians play we feel the beat.
Great music is a balm for every ill.
Sometimes we dance until we feel the chill
and cringe because of numbness in our feet.
We dance to strains of music for the thrill.
Three times a week we hoof a practice drill.
We must prepare for soon we shall compete.
Great music is a balm for every ill.
Our mated moves require a heap of skill,
to master them makes us appear elite.
We dance to strains of music for the thrill.
Our perfect form could garner us a frill
at Silver Games; to win the Gold is sweet.
Great music is a balm for every ill.
Our troupe performs the dance without a spill
we bring our medals home clutched like a treat.
We dance to strains of music for the thrill.
Great music is a balm for every ill.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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