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I nearly missed ‘So You Think You Can
Dance’, took Nici to buy presents for her
birthday friends having a grass party, picked
up Tiaan and his friend after playing rugby
swerving through heavy traffic
Bought bread, prepared salad and vegetables
Tiaan made a fire, everyone promising I shall
be in time for the ONE program I love, the men
always watch sports, Nici has her beloved
Animax , I watch ‘Dance’
At seven-thirty-five I thought it was nine-thirty
embittered I called Nici; see, the men made me
miss my program, she showed me the time; but
as I complained and sighed, she ran away -
please let us eat so I can be ready
I want to watch ‘So You Think You Can Dance’
the one program that lets me escape my inability
to dance, I dream of Pratchett’s Death dancing a
tango with me, arms stretched like the prow of a
ship, just as my twin sister and I did
When we were small...
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