slave to me
would you bow down
and kiss my feet
would you be there
at my beck and call
would you do everything
without question
would you serve me
and only me
would you feed me
from a silver spoon
would you give me
all i ask for
would you be
a slave to me
~(c) Hollie, April 3, 2002
has anyone seen my glass slippers?
all signs point to..
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