I was lost. . .


I was lost for an hour,

while nothing was sour.

I was a princess,

never in a mess,

I met my prince,

it wasn't a cinch.

We danced and sang,

until the midnight bang.

The hour was blissful,

fully and completely masterful.

As I spent an hour,

A peaceful hour,

Between the pages

of countless ages,

in a book.


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