Monday, June 6, 2011
Cinderella Comments
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How my mother treats me, sweeping out the golden straw.
Only can it tilt us and it's us it can when only,
deeply in the girls our clear feelings show the crimson heels.
Arrows point out the doubts of what has yet to come.
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7/23/2025 2:21:48 PM # 1.0.0
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.