Pachelbel’s Canon Plays

I’m as tall as the kitchen counter

My black and white leotard has pandas

And I’m a prima ballerina

Leaping off living room furniture

Life tastes rich

I pick up silk scarves

Spin them in the air


Move with the sound of strings

Staring outside at the backyard pine tree

Through the window in this Southern California suburb

I envision greatness

And weddings

Brides and ballerinas

My sixth birthday

Knows perfection

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