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Flower Princess

7 a.m., it's the usual morning line-up:
Start on the chores,

And sweep 'til the floor's all clean,

Polish and wax, do laundry,

And mop, and shine-up,

Sweep again,

And by then,

It's like 7:15...

And so I'll read a book,

Or maybe two or three.

I'll add a few ne paintings

to my gallery.

I'll play guitar and knit,

And cook, and basically

Just wonder,

When will my life begin?

Then after lunch,

It's puzzles and darts and baking.

Papier mache, a bit of ballet,

And chess.

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making,

Then I'll stretch,

Maybe sketch,

Take a climb,

Sew a dress!

And I'll re-read the books,

If I have time to spare.

I'll paint the walls some more,

I'm sure there's room somewhere!

And then I'll brush

And brush

And brush my hair,

Stuck in the same place

I've always been.

And I'll keep wonderin',

And wonderin',

When will my life begin?

Tomorrow night, the lights will appear,

Just like they do,

On my birthday,

Each year.

What is it like?

Out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older,

Mother might just, let me go...