A Little Jazz Poem by Nancy Christensen

I've got my own beat
It starts at my feet
It rise to my hips
It flows from my lips
As it takes off like a bird in flight
Winging through the cold dark night
She's hoping for an early dawn
To warm her heart and make her strong
I'll find the place where the beat of my feet
and the beat of my heart
and her wings will meet
The rhythms there are sweet

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