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I saw her walking down the street,
Bringing with her a ton of heat, Wearing her platform pumps, Walking flawless over all the bumps. To this hunk I saw a wave of a hand, It looked like she was in all demand, Opened before her the door of her beamer, It seemed as though she was a big dreamer. Ignoring the world she chattered on her cell, Blackmailing whomever rather well, From the hunk I saw rolling eyes, From the chauffeur I sensed a great despise. As she unknowingly pushed everyone away, Alone she'll be soon one day, That's what you get with self absorption, The liking from people, but only a portion.
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