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They walk around part of the elite
heads held high
noses in the air
auras of knowing it all abound with a lot of hoot and holler
I will NEVER be one of them
my make up still in the drawer and my face still unpainted
part of the great unwashed
as my auntie used to say
I am only myself
and knowing what I do about those society chicks
I wouldn't trade my time
and my talents for anything
but we all have our gifts
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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