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Sleeping Beauty (Free verse) by fevriere The sorry sleeping daughter
whose white pricked finger
wore a single rosy bead
felt her heart wake
one Monday afternoon.
The patient purposed prince
whose kin did not believe
in fairystories
read in her repose
enchantment.
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Posted: March 14, 2005 11:10 AM PST; Last modified: March 14, 2005 11:10 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.2682066 Overall Rank: 3938 Comments:
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richa @ 81.178.245.63
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16-Mar-05/3:12 AM
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Cute. Except that two lines seem to have inexplicably become detached from both the first and second verses of this two verse poem.
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fevriere @ 62.254.128.4
> richa
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17-Mar-05/2:35 AM
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Does the waking up not deserve a big break? I see what you mean, sadly.
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