Ballet

Tue, 08/27/2013 - 19:27 -- Serina

One, two, three, four.
Arms in the air
and spin, spin, spin around awhile.
Stop a minute to run
and leap in the air.
Land back down
on the ground
and hear the applause
all around.
Give a bow to the crowd,
and the curtain goes down
to end the show.
With my black bow and tutu,
not to mention my pretty ballet shoes.
There is nothing else I want more
than this.

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