Sleeping Ugly
By Pandora
Mirror mirror, on the shelf why did I marry a wicked elf he rants, he raves comes at me in waves Where's the old evil crone wonder if she has a phone poison apple's what I need to help me do this foul deed one bite my dear please don't fear I'll tuck you in snugly my sleeping ugly Written April 22nd, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 08:17 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Mirror mirror, on the shelf..."