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A poem about an urge that cannot be controlled.
I wake up in the morning light
Contemplate my busy day ahead,
And then to my utmost delight
I dance my way right outta bed

I get ready for office in a rush
Take a bite of toast and a coffee swig
And even though I may be running out
I always have time to do a little jig

All day I sit at my desk and work
Never getting a chance to leave my seat
But there’s always a song stuck in my head
And the music makes me tap my feet

It’s something I just can’t control
Believe me; I would if I had a chance
It doesn’t matter if I’m happy or sad
Or grumpy or sleepy, I must dance

It’s not a particular form that I pursue
Just a random movement to a certain rhythm
People may stop and stare, or call me a freak
But I just do a little boogie and happily ignore them.
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