her life
is a dance.
she's a ballerina
at heart.
she's a
twirling top
spinning around.
she hears music,
just a note
of sound
and away she goes
on the tips
of her toes.
arms in the air
like a lovely swan.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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