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Rena Erickson
The Ballerina
Graceful, is her long,
slender body
Timid are her
hands and feet
In step with every note is
her grand defeat
Standing on her toes
Spin turning threw the
air
She dances without a
single care
Her heart pounding as
she takes another leap
The crowd is
silent some to
even weep!
With out a dought
she has done her best
Then, she takes her bow
center
on the floor, she is
to rest
The audience cheering,
screaming,"Encore,Encore"
Meaning they wanted more
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