Am I Pretty?    She prowls the streets Her mask hiding The horrible truth. Her prized possession Is a pair of scissors. Snip, snip. Do not wander off. She will find you. Snip, snip. “Am I pretty?” Do not answer. For if you do Snip, snip She’ll take those scissors Snip, snip And give you…



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