Dancing With My Shadow
I had a little funky
With a melody so bright,
Dancing with my shadow
Till the tiny hours of night
Alas, wtih far too much to drink,
I ended up in my own kitchen sink!
Better to be jiving than
Being stupid and driving
An’ ending up in clink.
poem by Ken e Hall
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