I was dancing for the dance when I got mine cut up an entrance. I took a break from writing this, forming in for the show at Shangri-La, hit the pavement to go visit Marlene's. There we spoke of a party with an art show, and poetry, and music, and Banksy, and dancing. June 20.
On the way home I decided to run for three minutes. Dance run. Going to add one minute every day until I build to one full hour. Train me for Spain.
Sat down for some more of the days. Then I danced the cranks out of my neck.