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You could tell by the look on her face
It was something she’d never embrace

Mama promised, if she got it right
A sweet surprise, would be her delight

Dressed up, in white lace and pink flowers
She tried to do it, for hours and hours

Lying down in the grass, quite exhausted
This whole curtsy deal had her daunted

Angered, indeed, by her now dirty knees
She’d rather lie there, than forever be taunted


May Writing Prompt:  Candy curtsies – Day 29/31

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