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A class is held about once a week
For line dancing lessons we all seek

All left feet is what to me it seems
In spite of all my dancing dreams
 
A leader is heading up the class
As I try to hide from the group, last

But then everyone turns way around
I'm expected to lead then, but I drown
 
Until a room full of friends like you
Have made it all,over time, grow smooth

© Copyright 2006.12.11 by Jean E, Gorney