Snow White has an ache in her jaw.
Her tooth was cracked by a crunchy apple.
The seven dwarfs had been snoring,
when the doorbell, should have been exploring.
So now, Snow White wishes she could sleep.
Oh that kind of one that is magically deep.
But alas, the witch had picked her choicest fruit,
a poison that brought no sweet-saving kiss.
Where...
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