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Scampering up the stone steps,
in her torn, dull dress,
one glass shoe on,
the other one was left.
Late for the Ball again,
meeting her powerful family,
the time was close to midnight,
where was her grandmother fairy?
One minute until the clock strikes,
the fairy appears in a cloud of sparkles,
bippity, boppity, boo!
Cinderella transforms.
Gleaming blue dress,
flawless golden hair,
ding dong ding dong,
her other shoe was suddenly there!
Prince Charming advances towards the princess,
asking her to a sweet, little dance,
her evil sisters noticed and told her to go outside,
so that they could have a chance.
A broken, pumpkin carriage was awaiting her arrival,
headed by ten tiny mice.
She told them to start running back home,
before her sisters see her flee the night.
The carriage repaired itself,
the wooden tires looked brand new,
Cinderella had to get back home,
before her evil sisters knew.
Finally home approached,
jumping down from her beautiful transportation,
her fairy godmother appears one more time,
and takes away her blue dress and puts her on probation.
Back to the dress made of rags,
and cleaning of the floors,
no Prince Charming or dances,
all the doors are closed.
Washing the tile floors,
on her hands and knees,
scrubbing her fingers raw,
all there is now is suffering.
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