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I remember when (your) promises were staples
Not unicorns
And one-eyed monsters.
Magic carpet rides were never free
Ignorance
Was my down-payment
And monthly installments
Emptied out my senses
Like a vacuum
Your crossword language sucked me dry.
I’m happy for the midnight bell-
I’d rather sing and dance with the mice
dreaming of my prince charming.
You can keep the slipper.
-June ‘09
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