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May 2014
Takin wax off this fender
I'm gettin into the beat
This Rag held loosely in hand
I begin to tap my feet

Slidin smoothly across these body lines
Like we're on a dance floor
Groovin to these rhymes

I remember the one instance
we really danced.

Wishing I'd taken the chance
just a little more often.

My body moving rhythmically
I'm twirling you expertly
Through the depths of my mind

I flash back to me and realize
I'm just holdin a Rag
Laughing at how I symbolize
You're a much better dance partner
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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