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Woohoo it's Carnival time Now where's my ice cold wine.
Red one Let’s go to the beach, each Let’s go get away They say, what they gonna say.
Robby the rocking robot likes to rock his body to the funky robo beat. Robby robo moon walks while hes rockin down the street. Rocking Robby Robot likes reverse rock round the round about.
My attempt at an acrostic poem. P lease listen to what I have to say I found a strange thing one day. N othing can compete with this.
Feeling the heat in the street. Heads taking in the beat. Music's got my feet jump'in. Beats got my heart pump'in. Feeling my body move'in. I'm get'in down and groov'in. Bodies moving all around.
What did you say.
Something about you is mysterious It makes my brain delirious The thought of you is ravishing My clumsiness is most likely not flattering Your green eyes are daunting These feelings I have inside...
She dances on the floor. To show that she still can. She dances all day long with. An imaginary man. She had a partner once. For the Paso Doble. He's been gone a long time. But she holds him anyway.
Mesmerised by the majestic moves, Hypnotised by grace. The dancer dressed in the finest silks, Kept together by red lace. With all the knights in shining armour, Lost in her movement.
Dance is her life and she's a master of dance She twirls and moves to a perfect stance She comes centre stage through clearing smoke Time to perform a startling baroque The people love her she shows...
Shoes are magic,. Some are even pelagic,. Never, ever tragic,. Just sparkle and glitter red,. Take Toto back to bed,. Golden Magic Shoes with wings,. Help you reach up-high things,.
A quick dance under a burning tree, On the blackened glass we leap. One foot leaves the ground, The next one hits, and round. Tango our way, as we move, Hearts beating as one, in tune.
For those 14 and above... The men line up, a masquerade on their faces conceiled, The women suit up, their charms calling out to the manly need.
I love to bop to cheesy pop. I can't just prance and dance. I have to sing along to a cheesetastic song. I dance around to the boppy sound. Thinking this is fun.
Our stage is lit, the curtain stirs, a dancer takes the floor, She flicks her hips, throws her tired toes across the boards, A draping gown with sequins flashing light across the seams, Each...
Twisted honey suckle so fertile it sows, bows down gracefully as she spins on the root of her toes. Proudly entwined to her leaves that flower that gives her beauty, which enhances her power.
Slow Dance The stage is quiet The dawn has come The night before finally gone The notes begun The spotlights shone We bow, we dancers We who face each other proudly Gladly, lovingly We bow in...
( with apologies to Mr.
Daphne was my Latin dance partner some days. We were predictably short on men in the class so she took the lead.