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Father met a lovely lady,
She had two daughters, one
was crazy.
Father and daughter went
to stay.
In a mansion far away.
Father turned ill, one cold
day,
Everyone bowed their heads
to pray. 
Stepmother turned into a
witch,
Along with daughters, became
a bitch.
Cindrella, was their slave,
She stood tall, tired and
brave.
Cindrella's friends were very
few,
She knew exactly what to do.
Take care of stepmother,
sister too,
Work and work till day is
thru.
One day a messenger, came to
call,
Inviting all girls to a ball.
The prince was home, it was
getting late,
Girls, meet him at the kingdoms
gate.
He was looking for his wife to
be,
The King also wanted to see.
 The ugly sisters gowns were
fine,
Cindrella thought, where is
mine.
Her little friends, and two
field mice,
Thought about, her problem
twice.
We'll make a gown for our
friend to wear.
She'll be beautiful, ever so
fair.
So the friendly sewing circle
began,
Sewing A lovely satin band.
stepsisters started to contrive,
To destroy her gown, never to
arrive.
Her fairy Godmother, came in
view,
She knew exactly what to do.
Touched her with a magic wand,
A fablous gown, she put on.
Dressed in her stunning gown,
of white,
Cindella was a pure delight.
Waiting for her carriage of
gold,
Her future was about to unfold.
        to be continued:

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