Hopping through It

 


Play with me or just stand by and watch! I’m as good as a tap dancer at this.  It’s so much fun; I have it down to an artform.  I can look down, see the lines and hop from one area to another.

I started doing this at a young age and as I got older I just improved leaps and bounds.  Now folks stand back and watch me and get so caught up in my enthusiasm in my face and words, they don’t even watch to see if I step on the lines. 

The fun of being a politician!

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