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Death Of Cinderella

Im wise and ambitious,
And angry and free,
And smart and available,
And sexy...
Im soft and appealing,
And wearing pajamas,
And twisted and willing,
And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of cinderella
Shed grow to be a maid if she couldnt find a fella
Who can use her
And its all you could do not to throw her on the floor.
And thought-provoking,
And opinionated
Cultured and funny,
And experienced...
Fearless and tender,
And sweetly innocent,
Uninhibited,
Likes a good debate.
And this is the story of the death of cinderella
Shed grow to be a maid if she couldnt find a fella
Who can use her
And its all you could do not to tie her to the bed.
I could fall in love a million times before I die,
You could draw me a bubble bath,
We could walk into the sunset...
And this is the story of the death of cinderella
Shed grow to be a maid if she couldnt find a fella
Who can use her
And its all you could do not to throw her on the floor
And this is the story of the death of cinderella
Im gonna grow to be a maid and Ill never find a fella
Who can use me
And thats all you can do not to kick me in the ass.

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Cinderella

Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)

song performed by by America
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Im not that Cinderella

I'm not that Cinderella, ,
I’m not right all the time,
And I’m not gonna sit in a cold, dusty old attic,
Just Waiting and waiting for that someone to come and find me.
And then one day I realized,
The fariytale life just isnt the life for me.
I'm not that Cinderella.

I know that one day will be the day I'll find someone who loves me,
who needs me,
Who wants me for my heart and soul,
and not just a pretty face,
and he’s isn’t scared to show that he loves me.
A one who will see
that I’m pleased who I am,
I’m not that Cinderella.

I can chase my own Monsters,
Out of my room.
I Can dream my own dreams,
But maybe not accomplish them.
And my knight in shining armour,
Is upto me.
I'm not that Cinderella.

I don't wanna be like anyone else,
I wanna be an individual,
Not like the pretty girls you see in the story books,
JUST ME (:
I'm not that Cinderella.

poem by Mikaiila .S.
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The Kind Of Fella I Am

Well I dont like it when I see your eyes dartin
Back and forth across the room
And I dont like it when I see you doin dances
Baby that I aint used to
Chorus:
But thats the kind of fella I am
Thats the kind of fella I am
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I might fall in love with you
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I just might fall in love with you
Hey
Well I dont like it when you try to impress me
With your daddys jewels and his car
And I dont like it when I hear you talkin
bout your ex-boyfriend the movie star
What I like is when you walk me home
And you let me hold you tight
But I dont like it when I hear that you learned
All this from some other guy
Chorus:
But thats the kind of fella I am
Thats the kind of fella I am
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I might fall in love with you
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I just might fall in love with you
Hey
So look out
Chorus:
But thats the kind of fella I am
Thats the kind of fella I am
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I might fall in love with you
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I just might fall in love with you
Hey

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Abused Cinderella

Cinderella was a nice gal
Always did what she was told
Put others before herself
Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
One day in the town she heard of the ball
CInderella wanted to go
Really really bad
Her step mom gave her touble
Her sisters were ok
But she never went
Beucase no one cared
Poor cinderella cried
Dreams really don't come true
Fairytales are fake
Cinderella never found her prince
She never really went to any ball
She lost all her hopes and dreams in life
Cinderella never got a granted wish
Poor cinderella
True love never found her
When she was old
Cinderella died an old maid
When Cinderella went to heaven
She was treated like a real princess
Angels planed a ball for her
And made her a pretty white gown
Jesus danced with her
Then he took her by the hand
And led her to her handsome chosen prince
It was all worth the shattered hopes
And dreams in life
To have a fairytale ending in heaven

poem by Bella Ravenstar
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Cinderella And The Dog

Cinderella and her dog
sat at home on the old log.
Sisters had gone to the dance
homely ones did have no chance.

Said the dog 'my Cinderella,
may I be this evening's fella,
we could wash and dress with care
and could make a handsome pair.'

She had raised her bushy brow,
asked the clever dog just how
they would get into the castle
while avoiding a big hassle.

'You are nothing but a mutt,
always scratching your big butt,
full of craziness and fleas
barely reach up to my knees.'

Dog had motives quite ulterior,
said 'I'm not at all inferior,
every dog, on the inside
hides a man beneath his hide.

All it needs is one French Kiss,
which in turn produces bliss,
makes me into your own prince
(turns away and quickly grins) ,

Bravely Cinderella acts,
knowing only half the facts.
Kisses him for one whole hour
to release that magic power.

But no miracle breaks free,
dog lifts leg now, just to pee,
doesn't seem the least surprised,
she has still not realised

that the dog has pulled her leg.
So she now begins to beg:
'I will kiss you one more time,
please come out, man in your prime.

Let me tell you that your breath
is far worse than Father Death.'
So, they kiss again and linger
as the Emperor's own singer

happens to be wand'ring by,
carrying a rhubarb pie.
'Sir', pleads pretty Cinderella,
you, the singer Pico Bella,

can you give us some advice? '
Pico says 'You have nice eyes,
but a mutt will stay a mutt,
into man a mutt cannot

metamorph through simple kissing,
since he has genetics missing.'
Well, she turned now to the critter,
hot, enraged and really bitter,

'How could YOU, a lowly dog
who sleeps in a hollow log
trick me into kissing French
with your halitosis stench? '

'Look', he answered, 'truly sorry,
first, I had to have a story,
all my life I've not been kissed,
but I am a journalist.

Hired by the King's own wife,
never gotten into strife.
Learned that one can grab a chance
if the lady likes to dance.'

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Fairytale

(written by tony arata)
I love cinderella
cause every time that it ends
Somebody gets a fella
Time and again
And the moral of the story is
For everyone theres a love that fits
But it was all
Nothing but a fairytale
Never comin true
It was all
Nothing but a fairytale
Until I found you
And the one about the rainbow
Every time its told
Some lucky old so and so
Gets a promised pot of gold
Its some reward for all our time
Something sweet at the end of the line
All of the same stories
All of the same words
All of them told to me
In a way Ive never heard
By you

song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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I'm Staying Me! ! ! ! ! ! !

where are my hopes
where are my dreams
my Cinderella story scene
when do you think
they'll finally see..........

that I'm not not not
like other people, you see in the hall
I'm the new new new girl
I'm the stranger
for that I have to fall?

I'm the new girl
I'm the weird-o
I'm the mystery.......

I'm not not not
like the other people
I'm just just just like you
you were supposed to be my prince charming
in my Cinderella story scene
but you left left left
me all alone
I was too much to handle
so now I'll just just just say.......

I found my hope
and
I found my dreams
I don't need a Cinderella story scene
I don't care if people see............

because I'm
not not not
like other people
you see in the hall
and I'm
just just just
who I want to be
and I don't care
if I fall

so go go go
and run away
from me
because what you don't don't don't
see
is I'm staying me!

this is a song and it sounds weird without the beat
so please tell me how you think it is
and what I can do to improve it

thank you

poem by No Reason To Care
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Nursery Times- Cinderella

I think Cinderella was a fella!
Nooo, I think you are trying to trick us.
Well, who the heck do you know,
But a fool ‘fairy' fellow,
Who would go dancing in glass slippers?

poem by Neil Milliner
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Real Gone Lover

Im a real gone lover
Im hip, Im in the know
Im a real gone lover
Im hip, Im in the know
And if ya love me one time
Youll soon come back for more
Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
Like the old saying goes
When sunshines, lets make hay
Well, Im a nervous fella (hes a nervous fella)
Im a nervous fella (hes a nervous fella)
Im a little-little nervous fella
(hes a nervous fella)
Im a little-little nervous fella
(hes a nervous fella)
Im a nervous fella
Dont make me wait all night
Im a real gone lover
Im hip, Im in the know
(sing it with me)
Im a real gone lover
Im hip, Im in the know
And if ya love me one time
Youll soon come back for more
(come on over babe)
Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
(come on over)
Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
(come over baby) (ooo, Im comin)
Like the old saying goes
When the sun shines, lets make hay, ha
Im a nervous fella (Im a real gone lover)
Im a nervous fella (ho, Im a real gone lover)
Im a n-n-n-nervous fella (and Im a real gone lover)
Im-m-m a n-n-n-nervous fella (and Im a real gone lover)
Im a nervous fella
So dont make me wait all night
(sing one more time)
Im a nervous fella
(hes a nervous fella)
Im a nervous fella
(and Im a real gone lover)
Im a n-n-n nervous fella
(ooo, hes a nervous fella)
Im a n-n-n nervous fella
(and Im a real gone lover)
Im a nervous fella
So, dont make me wait all night

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Blood Red Tears

Lighten up, give it up
I see a chance to make it up
Theres a price for every day
Youve just thrown away
I am all I ever was
Didnt change the way I was
Get a grip, button it
Cool down, hypocrite
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
You dispose, I oppose
Couldnt you resist a go
You applaud your reward
I sit here alone
You agree to comfort me
Every day I try to leave
End of feud, your attitude
Worn there on your sleeve
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
They tell me to go, I lie that I know, he cries so unkindly
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed

song performed by by Olive
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Modern Cinderella

I'm a modern Cinderella.
I wish I was more like Twighlight's Bella.
But i'm locked away.
It's like that everyday.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
I wish I was the Enchanted Ella.
My family wants to get rid of me.
This no one really sees.

I'm the Modern Cinderella.
Never mind Bella.
I'm meeting you for the very first time.
This the day I challenge my self to sing 'The Climb.'

I'm the modern Cinderella
Never mind Ella.
We feel in love at first sight.
Now the clock strikes midnight.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
Never the orginal.
Never mind Bella.
Never mind Ella.
I don't run in flight.
I'm prepared to fight.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
See me as I am.
See the real me.
Not the person I pretened to be.

I'm the modern Cinderella.
Nothing like the original.
Not like Bella.
Not like Ella.
Now i've found my modern Prince.

I am me.
I'm the Modern Cinderella....

poem by Desiree Bradford
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Aint That A Kick In The Head

Written by sammy cahn and jimmy van heusen
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said,
Aint that a kick in the head?
The room was completely black,
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said, quote,
Aint that a hole in the boat?
My head keeps spinnin,
I go to sleep and keep grinnin
If this is just the beginnin,
My life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful
Ive sunshine enough to spread,
Its just like the fella said
Tell me quick, aint love a kick in the head?
Like the fella once said,
Aint that a kick in the head?
Like the sailor said, quote,
Aint that a hole in the boat?
My head keeps spinnin,
I go to sleep and keep grinnin
If this is just the beginnin,
My life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful
Shes tellin me well be wed,
Shes picked out a king-size bed
I couldnt feel any better or Id be sick
Tell me quick oh, aint love a kick?
Tell me quick aint love a kick in the head?

song performed by by Robbie Williams
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Nina Pretty Ballerina

Every day in the morning on her way to the office
You can see as she catches a train
Just a face among a million faces
Just another woman with no name
Not the girl youd remember but shes still something special
If you knew her I am sure youd agree
cause I know shes got a little secret
Friday evening she turns out to be...
Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment shes waited for
Just like cinderella, just like cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play
But she knows the fun would go away
If she would play it every day
So shes back every morning to her work at the office
And another week to live in a dream
And another row of early mornings
In an almost never-ending stream
Doesnt talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain
Everybody seems to think shes a bore
But they wouldnt know her little secret
What her friday night would have in store...
Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment shes waited for
Just like cinderella, just like cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play
She would like to play it every day
Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment shes waited for
Just like cinderella, just like cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play
(fade)

song performed by by ABBA
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How Come

How come when I got the ace of hearts
Ya always draw the ace of spades
Hows it when your best friend
Brings you lillies on your birthday
Hey how come, hey how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
How come when your local clergy calls
He tells me that you shouldnt wear black
What kind of bread are you gonna bake
With that hemlock in your spice rack
Hey how come, hey how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
The spiders run, the cobwebs gone
Did you eat it when the moon was new
I drowned your cat, what do you say about that
Ive even broken up your broom
How come, how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
Well how come, how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me

song performed by by Pogues
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Cinderella's Shoes

The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
'What a charmer I iss! '
adding, with a grimace,
'Who's the prettier, glass face? '

'Cinderella!
Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella.
Cinderella. Cinderella.'
The mirror twinkled a little wintry.
'Cinderella. Cinderella....'

The tiny fragments of splintery
glass were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a wolatile woman! ' Fred said.
'A weally, wolatile woman! '

An officer guarded the small glass slipper,
passport to a prince and palace.
(But not for Alice.)

She queezed and pressed and sqealed and swore
and gave a most almighty roar.

More fragments of splintering glass
were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a woracious woman! ' Fred said.
'A most woracious woman! '

Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe,
was whisked off in a guilded carriage
to a brave new world where her goodness drew
her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage!

And Alice?
She stumbled her bloody way
to a fate far worse than death.
To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors.
Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass!

(From Blondin & Other Poems)

poem by Brian Taylor
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Complex Cinderella

Living in a fantasy world asleep
All her laundry left in a heap
She has a dream of being discovered
Her other life uncovered
Really a wall-flower who never knows what to say
She's not excused from the drudgery of each day
She's a complex Cinderella
Waiting to meet the right fella
Understanding her special dream
Wearing glass slippers is part of the scheme
If the shoe fits wear it
But it's so tight I can't bear it
This shoe was featured in a fashion magazine
It's one you probably have seen
A fairy tale contraption
Wearing it would take some adaptation
Fragile self image she's often left on the shelf
You'll find her sipping tea by herself
Until Mr. Wonderful comes along
She'll be doing housework and humming a song

poem by Carney Brown
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Cinderella Stay Awhile

[verse 1]
Cinderella, stay awhile
Youre the one
That Ive been lookin for
Cinderella, when you smile
All around me sunbeams
Start to fall
Midnight is so near
Please dont disappear
Now that you are here
Stay awhile
[verse 2]
Cinderella, I just know
That the magic slippers
Gonna to fit
Cinderella, do not go
Youre my princess
I am sure of it
This is love for sure
Love thats sweet and pure
Love that will endure
Stay awhile
[bridge]
When you speak the angels all sing
This is the kind of magic you bring, oh
[verse 3]
Cinderella, stay awhile
This is like a fairytale with you
Cinderella, when you smile
All my fairytales are coming true
Well my only fear
Is midnight is so near
Please dont disappear
Stay awhile, oh
(fairytales, make-believe and you)
(fairytales, make-believe and you)
Cinderella, stay awhile
Dont you go
Oh

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Miss Cinderella's forgotten shoe

Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!

I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
When I stared into those beautiful eyes of you
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

I stand here in line in thy awaited queue
You enlighten from the limousine
I’m waiting for that heavenly sign
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
What has become of you?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

So many miles I flew
Yet you have no clue
Of how much we can chew
Without your shoe, there is no preview
Of the fairy tale we could pursue
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Can’t you see this love tattoo?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

And now you have left the venue
Thoughts of your forgotten shoe
I will cherish and value
So close, so near, almost there
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
If only you could undo
And cast behind thy forgotten shoe
But thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

So the prince is gone
Life goes on
But my love for you is not withdrawn!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Heaven Is One Step Away

By eric clapton
We searched all through the night.
I couldnt find it; you couldnt find it.
I knew something wasnt right.
I couldnt find it; you couldnt find it.
And they say heaven is one step away.
Heaven is one step away.
And then there came the dawn:
I couldnt find it; you couldnt find it.
I just had to carry on.
I couldnt find it; you couldnt find it.
Chorus
We didnt leave till a quarter to three.
All your friends, they were laughing at me.
I dont get it, I dont understand;
Who is that man holding your hand?
First verse
Chorus
Heaven is one step away.
Heaven is one step away.
Heaven is one step away.
Heaven is one step away.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Cinderella

You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
That story.

Or the nursemaid,
some luscious sweet from Denmark
who captures the oldest son's heart.
from diapers to Dior.
That story.

Or a milkman who serves the wealthy,
eggs, cream, butter, yogurt, milk,
the white truck like an ambulance
who goes into real estate
and makes a pile.
From homogenized to martinis at lunch.

Or the charwoman
who is on the bus when it cracks up
and collects enough from the insurance.
From mops to Bonwit Teller.
That story.

Once
the wife of a rich man was on her deathbed
and she said to her daughter Cinderella:
Be devout. Be good. Then I will smile
down from heaven in the seam of a cloud.
The man took another wife who had
two daughters, pretty enough
but with hearts like blackjacks.
Cinderella was their maid.
She slept on the sooty hearth each night
and walked around looking like Al Jolson.
Her father brought presents home from town,
jewels and gowns for the other women
but the twig of a tree for Cinderella.
She planted that twig on her mother's grave
and it grew to a tree where a white dove sat.
Whenever she wished for anything the dove
would dropp it like an egg upon the ground.
The bird is important, my dears, so heed him.

Next came the ball, as you all know.
It was a marriage market.
The prince was looking for a wife.
All but Cinderella were preparing
and gussying up for the event.
Cinderella begged to go too.
Her stepmother threw a dish of lentils
into the cinders and said: Pick them
up in an hour and you shall go.
The white dove brought all his friends;
all the warm wings of the fatherland came,
and picked up the lentils in a jiffy.
No, Cinderella, said the stepmother,
you have no clothes and cannot dance.
That's the way with stepmothers.

Cinderella went to the tree at the grave
and cried forth like a gospel singer:
Mama! Mama! My turtledove,
send me to the prince's ball!
The bird dropped down a golden dress
and delicate little slippers.
Rather a large package for a simple bird.
So she went. Which is no surprise.
Her stepmother and sisters didn't
recognize her without her cinder face
and the prince took her hand on the spot
and danced with no other the whole day.

As nightfall came she thought she'd better
get home. The prince walked her home
and she disappeared into the pigeon house
and although the prince took an axe and broke
it open she was gone. Back to her cinders.
These events repeated themselves for three days.
However on the third day the prince
covered the palace steps with cobbler's wax
and Cinderella's gold shoe stuck upon it.
Now he would find whom the shoe fit
and find his strange dancing girl for keeps.
He went to their house and the two sisters
were delighted because they had lovely feet.
The eldest went into a room to try the slipper on
but her big toe got in the way so she simply
sliced it off and put on the slipper.
The prince rode away with her until the white dove
told him to look at the blood pouring forth.
That is the way with amputations.
They just don't heal up like a wish.
The other sister cut off her heel
but the blood told as blood will.
The prince was getting tired.
He began to feel like a shoe salesman.
But he gave it one last try.
This time Cinderella fit into the shoe
like a love letter into its envelope.

At the wedding ceremony
the two sisters came to curry favor
and the white dove pecked their eyes out.
Two hollow spots were left
like soup spoons.

Cinderella and the prince
lived, they say, happily ever after,
like two dolls in a museum case
never bothered by diapers or dust,
never arguing over the timing of an egg,
never telling the same story twice,
never getting a middle-aged spread,
their darling smiles pasted on for eternity.
Regular Bobbsey Twins.
That story.

poem by Anne Sexton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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