She just does not sit around doing nothing, night and morn
Look at her glass menagerie of animals, cute and unique-born
Take a look at the silver-glowed unicorn with his pretty horn
A prince from the warehouse comes riding into her life forlorn
It is this warehouse prince who breaks the horn, her poor unicorn
Strangely she does not mind it- we mean this loss of unique horn.
(The Glass Menagerie by Tennesse Williams)
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