Dreams Turn Sour
Princess
does not
meet prince,
never
happy
ever
after
Perhaps
a frog
is kissed,
perhaps
a fool
with his
laughter.
Ruby
slippers
cannot
take you
home sweet
home; dreams
turn sour.
The hour
getting
late, late!
Shelter
now in
your strong
tower.
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