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SHE
She looks down her nose
At the locals in the town square
As she sips tea from her fine china cup
Pinky in the air
Criticising and complaining
Judging one and all
Negativity runs through her veins
Only she matters….all others insignificant and small
In the evening in the seclusion of her mansion
She sits by the fire wine glass in hand
Surrounded by her riches
Alone in her own wealthy land
In her empty home
With her empty soul
She sits alone in silence
As her tears overflow
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Deb M
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