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| Shemika Charles from Buffalo, New York broke the world record for the lowest limbo dance by a woman. |
Make language get down low, lower the dancing pole. Sense the rhythm. The tension. The release.
Limbo ankle, limbo knee.
Bend back like a limbo tree...
Bend back like a limbo tree...
What if limbo were a poem form?
Explore what it would be like.
What subject does the limbo?
What is the rhythm?
Do the
lines get shorter as the poem progresses?
Does gravity tighten as the
end nears?
Is it a poem everyone wants to dance to?
Does the crowd cheer as the poem clears its focal point?
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