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Thin thistle Sally as tall as bread.
Spirit and charm her senses.
Black silky hair covers her head
as light coming off her suspense's.
A pin of a woman on top her feet
defying to ever be knocked.
A curse to that culprit who ever would.
A punishment them to be docked.
Her body dared leaning into the wind.
A soul bent with vengeance for right.
A pride left for offspring and all who follow.
An icon for which you would fight.
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