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Here ya go, might need a bit of work. But it is hot off the synapses. Just for here.
lyrics ? Hmmm...
poem: A song, a dance
Sometimes I sleep, and dream,
from there,
some poems show up,
from time to time,
but don't ask me to dance,
it doesn't look very good.
I have woken up,
after a bad dream,
and heard a Muse,
"Hey ! I got a poem for ya !"
But I delay,
I don't want to join,
the mental fray of writing,
I have to get up,
early in the morning.
ya ever see a Muse,
tapping her foot and looking angry ?
I have, 'tis not a pleasant sight.
I beg, "Please, can we wait,
I don't wanna be late,
for woooork ..."
Then she stomps off,
the field of vision,
but the Ghost of Procrastination,
won't let me be,
at least I have no fleas !
But what I really want to do,
is dance across the face of the Earth's Moon,
or maybe even Mars !
Here a step, there a jump,
a bounce,
across the surface of the Moon !
Tap the foot,
of my spacesuit,
in a bit of dust,
and jump for joy !
I would like to walk along the floor,
of a Lunar crater,
or along the edge,
of the line,
between sunlight and dark,
it won't be a lark in a park,
back on Earth,
but I can deal with that,
as I dance across,
the face of the Moon !
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