One -Lined Poem: Dancing
Tre L. Loadholt

I love your one liner here Tre, just reading it makes me feel like I’m dancing! I will dust off my dancing shoes and give this a go:

Fluid and graceful, she moves like an unbridled stream of thought.

The herky-jerky pogo man is punking up and down again.

In a conversation of steps, you were never knowingly out-danced.

The love of rhythm blossoms in the room like kinetic expressions of joie de vivre.

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