I can dance, I can boggie, no body would ever accuse anyone of directing me in this regard. That is how it is with us good dancers. They can direct something else like how we read lines and how we eat in the restaurant and how we crumple the sheets, those, the ones you think of, and also the ones with the words written on them, but when it is the dance, I shine in your own little light by the glow of your moon.
I toast you with a rose colored glass.
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