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Apr 2016
One two three, turn , one two three
The beat sends us on a dancing spree

But the melodic line does not continueΒ Β  to shine
It glistens into a minor with aΒ Β sharp tine
we dance it back to the shinning tonic
because we must, this dance is mine

Nobody can take it away from me
tis the dance that set me free
Madeline Clow
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Madeline Clow
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   Rapunzoll and Vanessa Gatley
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