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They came down to the baby girl one night and they filled her with poison. And all that poison she was filled with trickled out of her eyes along with her tears. Then forests, stretching for hundreds of miles, tall and full of life.

Follow swarms of milk white bees. She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

Salt is essential to the life of a man but kills the poor slug that eats the same cabbages. Lortz - Leila Murton Poole Deborah Sage - Marcia Sherman - Margaret Fisher Squires Laren Stover - Brittany

sugar 1 cup sour cream 1 cup vegetable oil 4 large eggs 2 tsp vanilla extract Butter Icing: 1 ½ cups milk While cake is cooling, make the icing (we often make the cake the day before the icing): Whisk together milk Blend with the thickened milk mixture until thick and smooth.

Hansel bent over and filled his jacket pockets with them, as many as would fit. Suddenly the door opened, and a woman, as old as the hills and leaning on a crutch, came creeping out Then she served them a good meal: milk and pancakes with sugar, apples, and nuts. "These are better than pebbles," said Hansel, filling his pockets. Gretel said, "I will take some home with me as well," and she filled her apron full.

Filled with fairy lore about Krampus and the Wild Hunt, this sweet romance set in a curiosities shop Drosselmeier, builds an elaborate set for Marietta’s final performance, she is transported to a world filled

Editor’s note: Parenthood leads to a million wishes, and this poem addresses one of the biggest wishes Image from Hill’s Manual of Social and Business Forms, by Thos. E. Hill, 1886

The collection is dark and filled with eerie humor, but there is hope in the poems as well. World”, Sng writes “I cast a magic spell / To manifest my grief / Creating a new world / Full of rage-filled She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

midnight til dawn, forgetting our shoes and ourselves, bloodying our toes without a care for the doctor’s bill sleeping briar roses, the child you once upon a time were wonders when you’ll stop following crumbs and pills grass, sing the birds, churn the waters, flame the fire, and strike the blossom up through the strip mall magic mirror I conjure the words from each precious heart thud spiraling rosy life through my 60,000 miles

Millions of massive rain-drops have fallen all around They came dancing on household and hid in the ground with anything for keys Beating tunes upon the window How sweet the music of the rain that the sound fills

Except for that one time she ran a haunted inn, Laurel Hanson  has been a long-time educator and theater

Nearer she crept and nearer, fingers idly playing, till she saw a knot of toads: one large one surrounded the bank, where the smaller toads with their high-pitched croaking sounded like they were laughing, till cried the miller’s daughter. “Of course!” “But that would kill you!” she said. “Nevertheless,” he insisted. His words turned and turned themselves in her mind till, suddenly, she had an idea.