Norma Jean
in the beginning
wholesome and fresh
with a vibrant glow
a trailer park name
a path to fame
finally an opening
in the jungle door
mighty Niagra about to flow
too late now to say no
golden dreams
every mans fantasy
the moth and the flame
too long at the party
past time for bed
sugar plums dance in her head
good night Norma Jean
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