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She Squanders Her Talents
All the attributes are there
And yet there is no imagination
No idealism, no integrity, no search of truth
The limbs work, and the mind is above average
But wasted, for she is parked in front of a computer
Sixteen hours a day, while the fingers fly
There is no poetry,
There is no song,
There is no enthusiasm or spark.
She was born with all the components of success
and yet, here she sits reliving the same day every day
helping no one, leading no one, not enjoying her wasted life.
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Caren Krutsinger
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