Ride the rhythm
that rocks and rolls
that weaves and winds
and swaggers and strolls.
Ride the rhythm
that bucks and swerves
that shivers and trembles
and creeps and curves.
Ride the rhythm
that skitters and slides
that trots and tramps
and gambols and glides.
Ride the rhythm
on wild-word-wings
and taste the joy a poem brings.
by Janeen Brian
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