Our Friend's Moves
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Walking across the floor, our friend, wanting to
move to the beat and tempo of the music being
played, attempting it half-heartedly and then
giving up.
What rhythm he showed was perfect, too bad he
didn't keep going, he's really a natural if he
put just a little effort into it.
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