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My one-eyed one-toothed three Sisters Gris
With their banshee wild-woman screaming
Banging drum greeting here at home in me arrive
They’re whispering yell shrieking sister secrets
Of mayhem and death that none can survive
We are the wasted and useless and ugly
Unwanted together we gather singing nightmares
While circling ever spinning vertigo circling dance round
Gyrating and cramping in a choreographed seizure of no care
Un-rested and crashing my sisters and I we are dancing
And quietly silently ululating dancing aloud our dissonant
Hopeless eternal unheard Mad Sister Songless Circle Dance
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Bear … 02.09.2014
â“’ Bearspawprint
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bearspawprint 
A poem to awaken the spirit. Thank you 🙂
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we shall dance and dance and dance… 🙂 🙂
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🙂
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and can join in to make three!!
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We Circle Dancers circle ’round the world 🙂 XXXX
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Yes and that is good , if only we could do so in reality. 🙂 xxx xxx
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But we do 🙂 And fortunately we don’t always indulge ourselves in this particular dance variation. Namaste
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I have a distinct memory of a similar dance.
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…in which your participated? Or read reference to recently? Ha! or both? 🙂 🙂
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It’s like one of those things where you read something, and you identify so closely, that it’s like you remember it as if you were there. But more as a dream.
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Aii Yiii….shall we hold hand as we circle ’round?
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😀
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