Rhythms reaching for this poetical being, wanting to get up and dance like when younger, never sitting out a single solitary dance, always on the dance floor all night long.
Such a wonderful way to exercise, always was very slim and trim back then, dancing to the Orange Blossom Special with one of my brother-in-laws because my sister couldn't keep up with him.
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Try writing a poem without using the word rhythm in it. All your mass produced same old, same old, same old are mass produced repetitive garbage.