The feathered DJs
Strike their beats, rinse, and repeat
And the dance begins.
May 16, 2016
Dance in the Air
By emtwytte
This entry was posted on Monday, May 16th, 2016 at 10:51 am and tagged with Dance, DJ, Em T. Wytte, Haiku, Poem, Poetry and posted in Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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