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Fairy Tale - Part 2
II The storm came out of nowhere. She awoke bruised and bleeding Surrounded by rubble Amidst major keys and jewel tones and Girls in white dresses With pink satin sashes. Everywhere there were smiling people. She noticed that if she smiled, too The smiling people would clean up the rubble. She smiled when the bright colors hurt her eyes She smiled when sharp major chords jarred her She smiled when the girls in white dresses gave her spoons full of sugar with her medicine Because she didn’t like the rubble. She smiled and watched and began to remember That in her infancy She had called one of the smiling people Mama. Another had delivered the mail Still others had been with her when she learned That cows say moo And two ones are two. Now they taught her How to smile Even when she didn’t feel like it. They tried to teach her to speak But she had lost her voice And didn’t know where to find it And when they offered to lend her theirs She found it didn’t fit. The rubble cleared Her wounds healed She smiled most of the time Even when she didn’t feel like it. She had learned not to feel when she didn’t feel like it. III
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