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Jan 2011
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
Written by
Andrew Penman
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   Penny Granger
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