Dancing
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Emma Walker, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2018
I Love to dance
Every time I get a chance
I dance day and night
Most of the time I get it right
My ballet tutu swirls
As I twirl and twirl
I get very dizzy
And start to feel queasy
My hair is up in a tight bun
Not one bit undone
Pinned back with bobby pins
Stuck on my face is a big grin
I am dancing just for fun
Right under the hot sun
It doesn’t matter where I dance
As long as I am happier