She
She melts like wax
When we say thanks
Wearing her old slacks
She always work
She does her max
She never get relax
Yes,it is a fact
She flows like water
She became flex
In every situation
She behaves properly and acts
If ,she is in stress
But,she will never mess
Without demanding any tax
She kept working for us
Though she talks less
So,we never see her cracks
She works day and night
Till life's climax
She felt lax
Yet, she can work the day next to next.
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