What some of us have becomeA Poem by eglantineI'm tired of all this twenty-first century, egoistic rap-crap. I want to sip on an apple martini and tap my foot to the grand swing of a 1950's big brass band. No gyrating, 'f**k-me' grinding, but playful and genuine dancing--rhythmic motion responding to that large golden sound and smiling because being spun, rolled out like a clarinet trill, and then wrapped back into hand-in-hand is so much more flirtacious than plams on the floor and butt straight up in the air. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on June 20, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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