cinderella rochester Poems

Alas amidst woeful creatures there is only no hope
But saying life will find a way would only torture thou's soul
to ever lasting ruin; of a firey death that surely shall come,
thus let us be bonny and blithe, with mirth at our heel. We will
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-Summer, oh give one more minute of joyful moments!

One more memoir of the trinkling creek,
twitering and teasing the rocks.

The wind wispering sweet things to dandy-lions,
who talk and fret over the grasses.
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