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Secret Dream

Inner child’s state of rebellion Forced to endure ballet class At heart I am complete hellion Pirouette ended flat on my ass. Reluctantly wear pink leotard Scrapped back hair into bun Out of my depth this is hard Seems like mother has won. Competitions are nightmare Leotard swapped for white tutu Three judges blank eyes stare Feet frozen to floor like glue. Real desire my secret dream Hold it close to soft young self Like to be in warm smelly stable Happily grooming best friend Elf. Your Inner Child Poetry Contest Sponsored By Chantelle Anne Cooke 01-09-2021

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