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The Sleepover



The
time has come, the wait is over, the sweets are bought and off she goes,



My
heart is pounding; it will all be new surroundings, for my little princess,



She
is being brave while I will miss her and all night long will be afraid,



What
if she gets scared, what if she wants me, who will she talk to?



In
the dark of the night, when monsters are real it is all so easy to get a fright.



 



She
has only been gone a short while, even though she is next door it feels like a
mile



I
know she will be fine and I should not worry Sarah has just ordered a curry,



But
I can only think that I wished that morning would come in such a hurry



My
princess will be playing and not even caring that mummy and daddy are in a flurry



Thinking
to ourselves that’s it we will never do this again in a hurry.



 



Oh
well it looks as though she is staying all night unless of course she has a
fright,



I
should not think it, I know I should not, but I want her here now as I am
distraught



It
is only for one night but it has never happened before so I could not tell you
the score



Hurray
she is home, morning has come, it has been a long night,



My
princess is home and she is all right.



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