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Disco Dancer

Was not a dancer,
But they have compelled me to be a dancer,
A disco dancer.

Dressed in the tight jeans and the shirt
With a handkerchief tied around
My neck
And the goggles on the face,
I dancing
At the beat of the highly-pitched music.

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Sunday, June 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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