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Oct 2017
She rocks her cape with dignity
An air of quiet that leaves many in awe
Her hands itch at the sound of a battle cry
Her guilty pleasure;proving CANT is a myth.
She munches  daily on impossible
And looks in awe as the inches of self sacrifice bulge at her waistline.

After all she's been through
Though  deemed legendary
Arms toned with the weights of men she has been lifting
Her breast perfect pillows for the weary
Her eyes as round as the globe
Superwoman never learnt
You cant carry the world quite well
If your spine is cracked with the need of being saved as well
RoyHal
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RoyHal  F/Pretoria,South Africa
(F/Pretoria,South Africa)   
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