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I twist and turn;
I fly so high;
With grace and poise;
Balance in dance!
I wear toe- shoes;
I’m on my toes;
I fling my arms
And legs in charms.
I leap off ground!
The world’s dumb-found;
Stretching my limbs,
More than they go.
I’m dressed in white;
I’m strong and light;
Earth’s gravity
Frightens me not.
I dropp to earth,
Akin snow-flakes;
How feathers do,
And autumn leaves.
I keep my weight;
I love my fate;
I use the Barre;
I am a star.
With mind-control
I move each part;
I bend and curl,
And twirl and dart.
I spin top-like;
I sing in mike;
I’m famous now;
To me, all bow.
I love my stance,
The elegance,
The style of dance,
And circumstance.
But I am not
A butterfly!
I dance to tune,
Stop in mid-air!
I’ve trained for years;
I’ve shunned my fears;
I’ve learnt the craft;
’Tis now an art!
I love my exercises;
I like my enterprises;
I am a ballerina now;
I am a ballerina, Wow!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2007
Dr John Celes
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