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| [Baut Images: Tiny Dancer (Ebony Jewelwing)] |
They call her Miranda
she's a tiny dancer
flitting from floor to floor.
She dances and whirls
Priouettes and twirls
she's a tiny dancer
flitting from floor to floor.
She dances and whirls
Priouettes and twirls
floating like a cloud on the air.
The audience claps
as she ends her act
then starts up again, anew.
This time she's faster
as silver flashes
up around, then down to the ground.
But none hardly see
as her daggers she sheaths
and puts them well out of sight.
For who'd ever know
from Miranda's warm glow
that she had another agenda.
2012 Roger Allen Baut
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