Dancing Feet
Dancing feet do not wander;
They’re just content to dance.
Grass is never greener and
Fruit is never sweeter but,
Though the stage may be elsewhere;
Their spirit loves its safe home.
Tapping out their life's joy;
Like ringing chapel bells.
Jumping, dancing, tapping
Brings smiles and happiness
And feet recharge themselves.
Crescendo tapping,
In four/four time are,
Such sweet interludes.
Dancing Feet, never
ever end up blue.
Syncopation's
Such elation;
Merry Making
Jubilation.
Shuffling sands
Will whisper
Soft secrets.
Toe taps,
Do rap,
Fine.
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