Our Friend's Moves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Our Friend's Moves



Walking across the floor, our friend, wanting to
move to the beat and tempo of the music being
played, attempting it half-heartedly and then
giving up.
What rhythm he showed was perfect, too bad he
didn't keep going, he's really a natural if he
put just a little effort into it.

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