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Grandma thinks she's a dancer
But she has two left feet
She does her Pointe and arabesque
For each person she may meet.

Her Ballon is quite rusty
She doesn't mind one bit
When Grandma starts her dancing
No one can make her quit.

She doesn't need a rocking chair
Her walker's stored away
She just keeps right on dancing
Each and every day.

Hands flying in the air
Bones snapping with each tune
Instead of dancing on her toes
She'll be on her poor face soon.

Yes, my Grandma is a dancer
And that's OK with me
I love her just the way she is
She's as sweet as she can be.

© August 4, 2006  Ginny Bryant
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