DancerA Poem by Imogen.E
Tiptoe quietly dancer dear,
As your life's end is fairly near. Remember you used to be able to spin, And now you struggle to push a grin. Pirouette well dancer child, Nicely crafted ever so styled. You leapt and jumped at the sight of a sweet, But soon your heart will fail to beat. Plié low dancer my love, Swiftly cautious like a dove. When you lay with a nurse at hand, Remember life was greatly grand. © 2014 Imogen.EReviews
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7 Reviews Added on February 9, 2014 Last Updated on February 9, 2014 AuthorImogen.ESalisbury, United KingdomAboutHey, My name is Imogen, most call me Immy. I'm twelve years old and I live in England. I have one older sister who is fifteen and she means the world to me, I'd never wish for a another sister or b.. more..Writing
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