Monday, May 4, 2009

As a pad-wan I admire the master,
Move wish exact finesse as a jazzter.
Randi is so totally awesome.
She taught me not to dance like opossum.
I can't believe it-- I've improved.
I no longer get strange looks from dudes.
Jazz class is the bomb-dot-com man.
Haven't stopped dancing since I began.
The music sings straight to my soul,
Out loud I sing on my daily stroll.
The atmosphere of class excites.
Luckily we're not required to wear tights

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