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she lived on a glass mountain
               in once upon a time

all the princes came
               and broke their fingernails
and dented their armour
               mostly they rode away sulking

she didn't care
she was quite happy
               playing in the orange groves with her basilisks

the fairy's wicked spell
               broke eventually
she had to learn how to order the servants around
               and all about menus
and the basilisks bit the postman
               so she had to give them away

and everyone said
               how lucky it was that the farmer's third son
put glue on his boots
               like the wise fairy told him

she thought it was all a bit of a cheat
               it was the same fairy all the time
in the end she got bored with banquets

she glued her boots
               and climbed back up there
carrying her basilisks
               in a special basket

it was spring
               and the oranges were blossoming

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Towards Prose

As I climbed the stairs, Dad called out to me
     Entered into thickets and clambered rocks
          Like Jeremias who sprang from the springer
               Apologies.

Put down everything (words, phrases,
     Sentences that came to spring like fire,
          Radiant and bursting with life's tallow.

He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed
     till her eyes were green stones all-a-glue.

She thought it was all a bit of a cheat it was the same
     Fairy all the time in the end she got bored with
          Banquets she glued her boots and the plaster on
               The day following
                    Clunk.

She served a starter of a juicy little spiced quail on frisee
     With blood oranges. In spring, the walled garden is the nicest
          Place for a midday escape she thought. All major credit
               Cards raised the cadaver of the dad's anxiety as to her
                    Intentions.

Yeah yeah, once upon a tight fist yeah.
     He was a great pen pal. He wrote every month. But she
          Used to be so cruel I used to half dread the postman coming:
               'The farmer's third used a paste of pounded cypress,
                    - did not match any documents.'

He makes his tail stiff like a cedar; the sinews of His hinder parts,
     Then springs as broken from his bonds, If you get my drift here.

As they applied new layers, the embalmers coated the linen aware that
     Control is the most important part of learning.

The thickest area of makeup applied to the actress from the air looked
     Much like toys. A sweet odor is thereby an odor of death.
          When they were half way up the princess slipped and fell, and the
               Glass mountain opened and the crow came and thanked her.