Lemon Yellow Tutu

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My lemon yellow tutu,
Covered in fragile white lace,
Little dangling flowers,
Blooming at the waist.

My third dance recital,
You would think I would be calm,
But when I walked onto the stage,
I felt my sweaty palms.

I love to dance,
I really do,
Ballet most of all.
And in my little tutu,
I looked like a doll.

It’s been a while since that day,
I’ve aged eleven years,
I’ve even gotten rid,
Of my stage fright fears.

But hanging in my closet,
It has not aged one bit.
My lemon yellow tutu,
Forever it will sit.





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