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Cinderella

Rating: 2.7

The clock strikes midnight
and the magic ends:
the fairy tale is over
and the truth offends.
The coronet, the necklace and the gown
and shawl of ermine trimmed with eider down
to tinsel and to ashen rags have turned;
only a slipper, left in haste
upon the stairway, overturned,
remains unchanged and fancy chaste.

The streets are all deserted, save for mice
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Allison Mudge 16 August 2006

This was a really great peom

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