*Life's Still a Basket of Longans*
2
I Can Still Dance
I Can Still Dance
I can still dance
to the mirror
to my humming
I will dance
Awkward it may be
whilst laughters
down me
rolling
on
the floor.
I will dance
till breathlessness
till creaking joints
take me
into
tiredness
and, ah!
flat-out
sleep!
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