My inner ballerina's name is Claire
Hearing Tchaikovsky, her tiptoes glide on air
The civic ballet by the bay, for it she waits
While listening to the orchestra, she doesn't even know the date
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I feel very sad and confused today so I had to seek out a structure to write something. It's probably a lil boring....but is all i could come up with after a hour and a half of drawing on the beach.... a clerihew.
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