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She promised me the world; the answer to my dreams Her exterior mirrored lifes woes, hammered in her being She represents opened doors, the end to the struggle gave her public their muscle the will, want and gusto She breathed of fresh air, with her high-nose to the crowd a bacillus of beauty, froze; toes close to the ground Stood for her ideals, principals, sentiments, truths Screamed of silent struggles; drowned in cemented shoes Her complexion reflected the jaded feeling she felt her presents a blessing, her sight's healing and help she was a visionary french kiss, a moments slip into bliss a hedonistic trip to freedom, liberty, to vote...to live she was born for the downtrodden, sculpted in their shape a neoclassic representing the classes of a caring state never to be forgotton, she holds her torch only for them as a monument of promises; a women that lords over men |
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