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The Woman In Me
The woman in me you will find,
Some times soft and gentle, fragile and free
Like a newborn babe I can be
Harsh and abrasive like a raging storm you will see
Passive at times, seeming almost frightened
Hard as nails I can be, just you wait and see
Country through and through, like a grandmothers
Rhubarb, apple pie
Shameful and sorrow some for the mistakes I have made
Ever growing and ever changing
Is truly one of a kind
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