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You'll want to be a ballerina after reading this poem

A tiny dancer
Moves with
Grace
On pointe
Pink tutu
Arms stretched
Colors flowing
As she moves
Dancing on
Music notes
Soaring through
The air
Sparkling
Chaotic
But beautiful
Masterpiece

I shake my head
And wake up
From this dream
But the dancer
Returns to my head

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by GL Reader | 12/8/2017
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