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Dreams of a Mascaraed Ball
If I could go to a Mascaraed Ball,
My pretty shoes, because I am short,
would make me look tall.
I would go all dressed in white lace, my
poise would be full of grace.
I would search the whole crowd through
for the one with a smile warm and true.
The one who's mask didn't hide his eyes
of blue.
Dance all night with him I may, like
Cinderella I would be gone before the
break of day.
A glass slipper I may never wear, but
my lipstick on his cheek, would bring
him stares.
When midnight rings it's bell, I'll be home
safe and warm with my story, tomorrow
to tell.
Copyright ©
Sharon Gulley
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