I like to move it, she likes to move it, we like to move it... move it!
Don't stand there with the grumps, when the rhythm hits your bum
Let go what you feel inside, ready to drift and electric slide
Sing no words or make up your own, party like you are home
Nothing can stop the crown to the soul, less we forget what we didn't know
Music will always be a ticket to roam, as with each note the body evolves
Even when they are watching pretending they don't.
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Little write for not getting the video right yesterday lol
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Love this ... nice fun words ! “ nothing can stop the crown to the soul “ great line here
A rhythm a day makes it all OK!
Always appreciate your time
Much peace and respect
So very true Dan, music is my life.
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
Boom, always on the mark my friend!
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