I can't dance, I won't
You can't make me, just don't try
Would wild flailing count?
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2 comments:
Yes I will make you.
I shall plead, cajole, insist,
strictly. Come dancing.
Wild flailing counts, as does standing still and looking perfectly natural whilst doing so.
Pearl
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