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Snow White


Evil, dark, terrifying witch Is ready to give Snow White a gift A bite of the sweetest, ripest apple A knock, and then another, finally, she appears Snow White smiles and greets the witch The witch hands her an apple, "I am selling apples, here take a bite and see if you would like the others," the witch says. Snow white gladly takes a bite, chews, and swallows The witch laughs eerily; awaits for Snow White to fall into a deep sleep of death But, after some time, she did not The witch glares at Snow White and encourages her to eat more of the poisoned apples. After some time the witch became enraged "Why are you not dead!" Snow White giggles." You cannot kill what is already dead." Blood drips from Snow Whites lips as she finishes the last piece of the witch. Once upon a time, There lived the most fairest lady in town She had pale, white skin like the dead The reddest lips like blood And dark hair as dark as evil itself.
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