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December 07, 2004

Down at the Bouquet

Once the petals were plucked
and all that remained
was an unadorned stem,
he started hangin' out
down at the bouquet
flirting with the new cuttings
and comin' home smelling like
fresh roses and jasmine.

But this didn't last for long,
for in the end,
Cinderella decided to grind up
her glass slippers
and feed them to
Prince Charming for supper.

and now she lives
happily ever after.

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