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I'm a heavy-footed twinkle-toes.
Twinkling only to fall flat on my face.
Grace is quite becoming.
(A trait that I lack)
Up on my tip toes
thumping around like a giant.
Classic, classy, classless, classed.
I am violet turning violet, violet
violent.
Pirouetting onto my ass.
I salsa'd right down my shirt.
A stain, a pain, complaining
of soreness, stiffness,
of can-canned recycling.
Gone rotten (expired).
I have no beat because
I miss it I can't hear it
I can't feel it I can't sense it
I spin around around and around
until I fall, dizzy, lindy-hopped
over me and I don't know which way is up.
But I move my hips and wiggle my chest
and pout my lips and close my eyes and
care to dance, partner?
©2009 ~sporkingitup
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Author's Comments

The first line has been in my head all day.

I have no effing idea what this is about. Clearly about me. But why. And what does it mean.

Ooohhweelll I like it.

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:iconsweetblackrose13:
Ahahaha I feel like it's dedicated to me =P
This is so awesome.

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~Member of the 3eyes club! Inanely Inspired Insanity [link]~ =)

We picked strawberry peaches
where fields smelled like lemon.
:iconsporkingitup:
hahaha thanks! I like it but I have no idea what it means.

but I do like to boogie.

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:iconsweetblackrose13:
I don't think it's meant to be more than an exposé on your klutziness. But that's what makes it great =D

Who doesn't? =D Though it's a good thing I don't often dance.. less injuries to those around me.

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~Member of the 3eyes club! Inanely Inspired Insanity [link]~ =)

We picked strawberry peaches
where fields smelled like lemon.

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