What a year to be alive,
Never would I have thought,
I'd see such a beutiful dance.
You dance like a goddess,
With a smile so bright,
You will make it tough tonight.
To steal from the bard,
Would a rose by any other name,
Would dance just as sweet.
©The Pesky Poet
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