Dance Poem by Angeline Larsen
Dance
Dancing is a calling
it called to me
One fine summer day
when I was three
It was hard at first
but I didn't give up
I keep on going and
went up, up, up
My teachers were fine
as fine as could be
They danced may dances
They taught them to me
then went along and
taught the rest of the class
Yet still ten years
later I'm still learning more
I wonder what else I have
in store
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4/24/2024 7:04:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
fantastic................