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Timothy Mooney
Poems
Feb 2011
Upon ***
She lost her shoe
tripping away from the
midnight ball.
No prince would call
to save her from her plight
of dire domesticity.
For in her mean reality
there abided fairies, true,
But mute,
and they had no
tales to tell.
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Timothy Mooney
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