This is another retelling of "Sleeping Beauty," but in poem form.
I am a rose.
Huh. How odd.
What are you?
The princess twirls around in his arms,
Clothed in satin and velvet.
Her hair shimmers gold and her dress is crimson red.
Broadly she smiles, enthralled in his eyes,
And he dips and whirls her, grinning in return.
The witch, the evil fairy, the
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