cinderella, Cinderella i dont want to be dress in yellowA Poem by darkness*star1985
cleaning cleaning
always cleaning never ends up and down and all around 4 in the house and one never stops cleaning just doing the trash, the dishes, cooking dinner, sweeping the floors never sames to be good enough No fairly godmother to wish upon no balls to dream for and stepmother is out the the picture no prince will save, i am on my own cut the grass and chance the cat box scrub the floors, dust the wood Cinderella, Cinderella i don't want to be dressed in yellow, i just want time alone i don't even think you had this much to do. © 2011 darkness*star1985Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 22, 2011 Last Updated on May 22, 2011 Authordarkness*star1985N/A , FLAboutMind Games Hallways lead to doors some are open some are locked you need to find the secrets to find the key beware this place isn't what it seems doors could lead to more hallways that lead .. more..Writing
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