I Like To Dance
i like to dance
early this morning
like a top
whirling whirling
like a top
till i get nauseous
at the end
till i lay flat tired
on the floor
flat footed on the
stairs
from Jamaica
to the world
as they sing it
like love
it will just be love
for my
fading generation.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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