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The Pole

[From table top to Frodo, with a step through. You swing and pirouette your prefect practiced moves. Ever changing, ever turning, you grip to your pole. Working hard, climbing, till the Crucifix unfolds. Place one leg entwined, then with the other you hold. A hip lock pressing hard, pressing against the pole. Life is full of twist and turns, of movements up & down. Life can be feeling upset, or even feeling drowned. But rise above it all, blue sky there you will see! Climb hard on that pole, and show with great ability. That there are new meanings you’ve never seen before. New opportunities. Swing out, reach and grasp them all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 6/7/2019 11:46:00 AM
I thought it was really interesting that you left out commas in "loving caring sister daughter mother & wife." It really showed how those identities run into one and aren't delineated when someone dies.
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Date: 6/7/2019 11:42:00 AM
I love this take on pole sport. I've only recently had my eyes opened to this beautiful form of dance, and you do a great job relating it to something deeper few people expect of pole.
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