Poem: Dance like a Rebel

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a rebellious soul 
doesn't follow 
the conga line 
the stiff armed step dance
or the ballet chorus 

they are the ones 
who dances with 
a margarita glass 
in hand 
as the sun goes down

the ones
who taps their fingers
to the beat
subtly as the taps
ring out on the floor

and the one
with the red tutu
and the rose in her hair 
who does pirouettes 
from the rafters

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