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Wednesday, 27 December 1995 08:24 |
Fly across the plains,
Gallop over the mountains,
The phobia of speed is dead,
Now reigns the spirit of adventure,
The spirit of dancers who've danced before us,
So dance, Dancer, dance for me,
Dance over the lake and into the forest,
Dance all day and into the night,
Yes- fly over the plains,
And gallop over the mountains,
Let us dance together for all time I pray,
Yes dance, Dancer, dance- let's dance our lives away.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
(To Dancer- the horse that danced too much- and dropped me in the process)
Troutbeck, Nyanga
Wednesday 27 December 1995
0824hrs
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