I moved my left hand around,
To achieve a thunder clapping sound.
I moved my right hand too,
To achieve a thunder clapping sound.
But as they both moved around,
Their palms refused to meet.
These hands refused to,
Dance around together.
I didn't know what to do,
So I turned on beautiful music.
These hands started to clap,
To the rhythm of rap.
I talked to both hands,
I encouraged their new liason.
I forced my clapping them.
I learned how to clap.
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