If the dance floor is empty, change the music
let them follow the steps or bootlick
you are the boss, you need to hold sway
dictate every move, crush rebellious ways
every new note devised
fails to see steps revised
Watch the Dancers change…
Dictatorial dance
Reena Saxena 
Oh, I feel the power of a person’s “dance” in this piece. Good one, Reena!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome, dear!
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A deep meaning poem. Well done, Reena.
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Thank you, Bill!
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Interesting metaphor – suggesting innocence and evil
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Thank you so much, VJ!
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You are welcome
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Well written Reena I really enjoyed it.🙂✌🏼
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Thank you, Rob!
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Well done!
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Thank you, Linda!
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You’re welcome!
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Nice.
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Thank you 😊
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My pleasure
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