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By wistful Date: 2002 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.17.00.31.26087]] |
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Sleeping sound in fortress grim Lay a beauty, fair and slim Smallest smile upon her lips Rose clasped in her fingertips The dashing prince espied her there As he climbed the final stair Winded, battered, bruised so much From the wicked brambles touch "My prize!" he shouted, full of glee He'd never seen a one as she So ripe for plucking, heaving breast It made him quite a bit impressed He gently kneeled aside her bed And lightly touched her golden head He kissed her softly and she stirred She slowly peered, through vision blurred On seeing him, she shook her head And said "I'll have the dream instead" Then turned away to sleep once more And smiling sweet, began to snore. |