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Jun 2014
Following the trail of the shiny slug
Clip clopping past the black and white bug
Getting down to the underground beat
Me, the radio and my two left feet.
Getting down with the sound of the day
Jiving, spinning like the beetles, type way
Frog marching with the ants, and there are a few
Get with it baby, as we dance in the dew.
Written by
cheryl love
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   Sally A Bayan
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