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I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
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You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
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Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
There's drama, and there's comedy, it's a chance to celebrate.
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Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
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Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
Draw over an old ember --as the mother
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From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
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A lonely child with toil o’ertaxed,
Sits Cinderella by the fire;
Her limbs in weariness relaxed,
And in her eyes a sad desire.
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Cinderella, why do you wish to be like anyone else?
Your fine by yourself.
People notice you because your different
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They didn't meet me, roamed,
On steps with lanterns bright.
I entered quiet home
In murky, pail moonlight.
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Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!
I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
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Cinderella had her prince,
Snow White was carried off into the sunset
by her true love.
Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a kiss from her
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Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids
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Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-click
while we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!
from time to time when the reel changed;
and after The White Hell of Pitz Palu
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If my name was Cinderella
You could be the prince
I could wear my sparkling prom dress
We could fall in love the moment our eyes meet
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The lamp that stands beside the crib
Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom
Of the blueish, opaque light falling
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IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,
In closest frock and Cinderella shoes,
Bound to the foot-lights for thy brief display,
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Who have been educated out of naive responses,
The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class
Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face,
the same moody defences
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I. THE LION
The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
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Where does Cinderella sleep?
By far-off day-dream river.
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.
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Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
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Smile Cinderella
The high prince is coming soon
when stars dance with moon
There's yet magic to be found
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Once upon a time in a faraway land,
In a house not much but grand,
There lived a girl named Cinderella,
That slept in a very old cellar.
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Cinderella tries out for the team with a goal,
but the lady keeps running away from the ball.
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After Cinderella married the prince she turned her attention to minutiae, using her glass slipper as a magnifying lens.
When at court she would wear orange peels and fish tins, and other decorous rubbish as found in back of the castle.
You are making me very nervous, said the prince.
But Cinderella continued to look at something through her glass slipper.
Did you hear me? said the prince.
Cinderella's mouth hung open as she continued to look at something through her glass slipper.
Did you hear me, did you hear me, did you hear me? screamed the prince.
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Out of highest buildings in a city the fairies emerging each under a tiny umbrella
One by one they creep and follow the route to the queen Cinderella,
Cinderella the tale of all tales; her song is sang by them a cappella
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Gabriella my Cinderella,
To whom my love belongs,
I cant leave you Gabriella,
You stay in me always.
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Mom read me Cinderella
Time and again
It helped ease the pain
When she tucked me in
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I will not be your male Cinderella
and tidy up all your mess
am happy to lend a hand now and then
but I will not be your slave
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Spring it is! Bouncy and crisp.
Sunshine, cheerful and sparkling.
The almond blossoms, as pretty as pink,
Why mustn't Cinderella dance again!
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They called him Cinderella
as he was always late for the ball
one of the worst goalkeepers I'd ever seen
and yet he kept trying
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