Have you ever felt it? That rapture, that deep unfaltering funk beating deep within the very bowels of your soul? It's the compulsion, the urge if you will, to dance, to boogie, to strut your stuff before amassed crowds of bedazzled (or more likely bewildered) spectators. It drives you to waltz, to rumba, to twist and yes, to shake until you can shake no more. Its primal rhythm has seized my frail form many a time.

It's too bad I can't dance, not even nearly.

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