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Nov 2017
I remember a girl from the slums, who's life was really humdrum,

To peer pressure she would succumb so her friends started calling her dumd.

They said, she would always live in the slums, the men she date would be ****, only a house full of babies would come and they would all grow up to be bums.

Saying such nasty things to keep her under their thumbs. Only she didn't dance to the beat of their drums, cause she knew she had control over her outcome.

Well, years passed she did overcome, no longer under their thumbs and she don't live in the slums because she has a very hefty income.

Now they're eating her crumbs and want to call her chum. Now who's Dumd.
Your brain should know what your tongue is about to say
Written by
Milton Robertson  60/M/St. Louis, Mo.
(60/M/St. Louis, Mo.)   
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