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Random Poem:

Fairy Tale Romance
shiloh

I live with a houseful of men, men who go to work early, come home late, and expect their dinner waiting, hot on the table.  I cook and clean house to cover my rent, but I feel used!  At home I was treated like a Princess.  My father dressed me in gowns and draped me in jewels, never asking me to lift a finger.  But his Witch-of-a-Wife was jealous, so I got out of there when I got the chance.  
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And now I live HERE, in a tiny house of useless men.  So I just go about my business, confident that some day my Prince will make his way, riding high on a tall white horse.  He'll whisk me away and we'll live Happily Ever After- every girl's dream, after all.  
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A couple of days ago while the guys were at work, an old beggar came around.  She was ugly as sin, selling fruit.  I bought a bit, just to be polite.  I bit into one, and-- ohh!  
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Next thing I know, I wake up with the spitting image of Brad Pitt in my face.  He had his tongue rammed down my throat, the pervert.  I would've been upset had he not be so damn cute.  
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I looked around me and saw the guys- then realized that I WAS IN A COFFIN.  It was made completely of glass, which is pretty cool, but how creepy is that?  I demanded explainations but the idiots didn't quite get what was going on.  They'd thought I was dead until Mr. Necrophelia came along.
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So now I live with him.  My Prince on a Tall White Horse?  He works in the mines, makes me cook and clean, keeps me Barefoot and Pregnant.  My stepmother must be busting a gut.
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