The Dancing Lass
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Dr John Celes
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The dancing girl:
She makes a whirl,
And twists and turns
In majesty;
With gestures made
For emotions,
She walks in style
And jumps awhile;
In shiny garb
Of silk: in hues
And plaited hair,
All flower-decked;
With painted face
And anklets belled;
Bejeweled much,
She moves with grace:
So rhythmical
To melody;
In solo/groups,
Gracefully stoops;
She’s trained so hard
A youthful star;
Her soul in art,
Enticing hearts:
A dancing belle
She does so well!
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