Fairytale
my mom read me a story
bout a girl and a shoe
how if it fit just right
she would live happily ever after
I think she called it a fairytale
now you are standing at my door
a box in your hand containing one shoe
you kneel down and slide the slipper on
a perfect fit, made for me
I'm ready for my happily ever after
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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