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Ballerina

To twirl like a dancer upon paper, And execute the swirling pirouettes, One needs to keep a balance of the pen; So step by step the stage is swept in strokes. Now left, now right, and two and four, the beat Pulses, pulls the body up to the brink, Draws back, recedes. Silent is the hall. Now, The ballpoint tip toeing the lines of ink, Building momentum, movement towards Climax — the bliss of literature achieved!

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