These Girls My Girls
There are the girls...
granddaughters, twice daughters...
the little one almost
professionally shouts:
- Ballet girls... !
The other bigger one, already most
knowledgeable exclaims :
-se balancer !
au millieu,
flac, flac,
glissér... !
- Wow! these children
of today speak French well!
Well that's ballet... but it's French
it is not... !?
It's okay for me...
I wish them lthus , dancing...
Dancing and being joyful... !
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