Hans Christian Anderson
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There once was an Emperor with a very short temper who focused his attention on clothes. As his closet did grow, it seemed as though he cared not of the council he imposed.
Ice
is cold
and hard
and bitter.
Just like its Queen.
Ice
makes for
poor company,
and so
its Queen was alone.
Dancing the storms,
she saw a child
with ice
The Little Match Girl was dead
And she knew it.
Because when she lit her match
No Wind blew it.
The Little Match Girl was dead
And that was good.
Because when she was alive
She had no hood.
FIRST STORY: The Beautiful Boy
Once upon a time, there was a woman.
A princess of beauty, a lady of nobility,
A damsel of good-nature, a virgin of purity,
Were all fair titles she owned not.
