Happy Ballerina
She was wearing her pinkest ballerina tutu, a nine-year-old phase.
The vanity mirror showed her sparkly smile and her happy gaze.
Her dancing feet were tapping up dust in a tiny little dusty haze.
You are so gorgeous! Your costume is exquisite, your face ablaze!
The happy ballerina had not known many happier or joyful days!
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