Those were studious years in L.A.
Working years, single parenting years
My best friend, Dawnette, chanted money for money It's what they did in LA's Scientology We were single mothers, but unlike myself My friend stayed well rounded, a veteran of self-help Some single mothers are rich... sabotage was on my list I sought no help for my will and wit Yet took on the world with trembling hands My wealth was whipped; but now I can dance. *
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