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In a little purse she carried
She called “her so many things,”
When her Mama had to tarry,
She’d play with her so many “blings.”
There was a ten cent plastic dolly,
A handkerchief for her nose;
A rock of a pinkish color,
In the general shape of a rose.
Her little purse finally discarded,
For a red backpack filled with books,
A collection of lipsticks, a cell phone,
With pictures of boys with good looks.
Little girl’s purse is now a Femdi,
She grew up so rich and so wise,
It is filled with money and makeup,
A collection of no surprise.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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