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Kristen Landon Apr 2015
There must be a how, there must be a way,
For my prince to come rescue me some day.
All my life, I've dreamed of who he could be,
Men have come and gone, unworthy of me.
I think endlessly of the things in which I need,
A knight in shining armor, upon his trusty steed.

— The End —