Because even the stumbles have rhythm.
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The fedora is a tad too great
The Moonwalk tried, but failed-
But new pavements when my laces break
And I dance to a Jackson thrill.
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My umbrella turns inside out
Prance, but to a bus I miss –
I see a park I never saw
And a dog that serves to please.
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My two left feet trip over a curb,
But I bump into a hapless friend-
She picks my mobile and keys a blurb,
On Facebook in the end.
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Each Moonwalk tried, each stumble stalled-
A little dancing spark –
Life’s full of failures, stops and spoils,
But still a work of art.
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