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This is a poem I wrote for my dance teacher. She loved it. So it has served its purpose. |
| Thank you for teaching me the ways of dance Pirouette, Plei', Leap, Axel, Arabesque, Attitude You have taught me that and more Mrs. Hunk, you spin, twirl, and drift Gracefully as you move through the air You seem weightless An angel who has found her wings You're the rose whose petals dance with the wind Drifting forever in graceful circles Being the budding blossom I watch you Doing my best to learn your techniques Someday I too will bloom And I hope I turn out a lot like you |