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DANCING IN MAMA'S KITCHEN
(Mama was my grandmother who passed away in 1990.)
I danced in Mama's kitchen,
A red apron around my waist.
I swirled and twirled in
make-believe,
With flour on my face.
I was a ballerina,
Wearing white satin shoes,
Dancing on my tippy toes,
Like ballerinas do.....
We were baking bread that day,
I made quite a mess,
Kneading with my little hands,
I had to take a rest.
So I danced in Mama's kitchen,
Sweet aromas - baking bread.
Swirling make-believe dancer,
In my flowery dress of red.
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