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Hidden Talents of the Lady Every little girl wants to be a princess on All Hallows Eve. Some learn to be "the Lady" every day of the week. Hidden deep in forest bower
Far away from castle tower
Lurks the home of mistress supreme
She just loves to hear them scream
Secluded next to woodland stream
Seven small ones toil and dream
Of their turn upon the rack
And her use of equestrian tack
Whip and paddle, hand and crop
Each one wielded by the top
Mistress Snow each one to tease
Every night demanding him to please
She teaches well and demands submission
None comes without permission
No meek and mewling mistress she
To control all seven to a tee
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