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Dance

by Hailee

 

Dancing all 

around, 

shoes sweeping across 

the floor.  That's

all I can hear and 

the sound of my 

dance teacher's voice

it flows across the room.  

It smells like flowers 

fate.  I see 

dancers dancing 

just dancing beautifully

across the floor.  I  hear us

out of breath.  It almost made

music.  I feel wonderful.