I read too much Emily Dickenson, so I had to write something in her style. :)
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I danced - ‘twas but a little dance
And very poor besides -
I simply felt I would not know
If I had never tried.

I spun around - I laughed and spun,
A minute - maybe three -
Surely that was not cause enough
For the world to turn on me! -

But as soon as I had stopped,
The room tipped up on end.
I fell, but then it started up,
And twirled me ‘round again.