It's spring, she muses, and burst
forward in a lovely piroutte
suddenly, gracefully
all hope, all desire remembered.
She truly is a prima ballerina
all grace and confidence
Her arabesque is perfection!
A dainty little derriere appears
in the middle of winter.
the curtain thrown open
far too soon, she stands
and scuttles embarassed
withered to a humble plie
shivering in her little pink tutu.
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