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The prize of beauty

Beauty speaks Beauty talks When blended with brains In torrents success rains Beauty without brains Is like a yoke without chains A woman just plain A non-fascinating terrain. Rise, let them see that beauty; Shine because you are witty. It shines as secondary duty Brains hold primary duty Rise to fame Shun all shame Your mind is not lame Beauty is not the same; Blend with logic – none can tame! Women are no novice to abuse, But brains can help amuse Strand; take brains, wits and fuse Because it’s detrimental not to use. Physical appearance solely has no prize It’s prime when the roof is wise When wise, the frame has a prize And all now can praise All eyes vie for a gaze At the triumphant maze The duo at peak phase Setting all hearts ablaze Beauty is might Not a plight, But with wits you can light Chasing away the night!

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