realistic fiction
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once upon a time...
when the moon hung high
the clock struck twelve, and the young prince fell.
His thoughts were hazed, she was one to amaze.
Her feet glided around, never really touching the ground.
It started early today with her ear-splitting nagging
Her purpose is to obey me, so I retaliated with slapping
Jabbing with a screwdriver she miserably misses
