cchhhhhh chit cha chhhhhhh

The tap dancer in my fan performs nightly

maxiford, cincinatti, shuffle turns, flaps,

then digs, riff,  and pull backs

(from single to double).

"cchhhhhh chit cha chhhhhhh"

Last night was "Lullaby to the Leaves."

He knows I miss it, and plays in my honor.

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