Once Upon a Dancer
In a town much like ours
A girl was dancing many hours
She loved it so much
That it made her blush
To hold flowers after her shows
She danced all through the year
Her friends thought it was *****
They struggled to make plans
But she always chose dance
Because she said she liked it better “here”
Copyright © Belle Greenberg | Year Posted 2017
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