They came here
(to Wildling Wood, in case
you’ve only just joined us)
to be alone, free from thrones
and overbearing stepmothers
and glass slippers
and princes still thinking
slaying the dragon
is the right way to go.
Hey, even the fairy godmother
grows tiresome in the end.
What they needed was a
handful of rebel-minded friends
and some bold bare feet
and days crowned in
laughter.
And so they lived
sassily
ever
after.
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In November, the princesses like to poem.
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