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In a crowd not standing out doing up pumps ready for the fray dancing like a swan on a lake hearing applause making the day. no more, just placid memories blood percolates from ragged pumps practice, practice, a childhood lost the last pirouette, was it worth the cost.
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
The last pirouette.
In a crowd not standing out doing up pumps ready for the fray dancing like a swan on a lake hearing applause making the day. no more, just placid memories blood percolates from ragged pumps practice, practice, a childhood lost the last pirouette, was it worth the cost.
(c)andypenman2011 Did this last night after seeing a painting of a ballerina painted by my friend Anke Wheeler
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
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