whitehorse

Copyright © April 4, 2005 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Come to me, white horse,
so that I might ride you to she.

Please do polish silversmith,
so my armor does shine.

I carry in my hand,
this glass slipper.

I will slip it onto her foot,
and she will climb onto

the back of my
majestic white steed,

and we shall ride off,
into the sunset,

and we shall live,
happily 

ever after.