Disclaimer- I don't own the characters in poemy thing-a-ma-bob\
A/N- This was a one shot that I did in Language Arts cause I was bored
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Dancing
I look around for my danseur
My Price, My love, My knight
I dance over to him and leap into his arms
To find him not my prince, but my dear Christopher Doll
We dance around the musty Attic
Our stage is what it becomes
The twins are sleeping
But the music still plays
We dance around not caring
We fall asleep
But the music still plays
And I dance with my prince my love, my knight,
My Christopher Doll
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A/N Yea I know it was short but I didn't have a lot of time. Please review