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It’s a slow, sensual dance
This trained, timed treading
This daily dose of drinks that drain
But she dances still
Just sipping, slipping and sliding through
With arms reaching for the end of the end

She uses swift, sharp strokes that sing and sting
And slow, low blows to the flow
She dances and dances
Up and down the length
Never tiring of trying
Until the chlorine is in her blood