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Jul 2014
She would be dressed pretty in rags
slaving like there's no tomorrow
without that bit of altruism
maybe a tad kindhearted
shrouded in materialism.

Fairy godmother's name
is money
lures her
to a game of fame
keeps silent
of its rules.

Her beauty
makes her a winner
she would
be drunk

games drawn to an end
the clock strikes twelve;
Struck her
riches to rags
the magic of money
only lasts so long
Struck her
still had not find
her one true love
at the eleventh hour.

ran out in embarrassment
left only a glass slipper.

returning to rags
a druggie for fame
with much hope
a prince charming
would remember
her to find.
Jeopardised Plain Jane
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Jeopardised Plain Jane  F/Imprisoned by life
(F/Imprisoned by life)   
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