As she lit the way by his gaslight;
She learned to plan ahead.
Only but a snakes skin to be shed;
Deep within her heart a love rages on.
By natures patient ticking clock;
She knew the end is near.
As the little girl dances;
The little girl soars.
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The First Word 
I just wrote the Poem, As the Little Girl Dances. I actually did not want to publish is yet! My bad and my lack of experience with my laptop. I hope you enjoy it. I may just ‘tweek’ it one day just to make it
(more)beautiful. Thank-you for reading my unpolished blog. In efforts to start polishing, be prepared for a ton on poems coming soon.
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