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Nov 2019
Cooked on high, a mercurial rise in status, an influencer for the times. If I can make it here, I can make it โ€ฆwell, you know.

I want likes, loves, thumbs up, and a kick in the ***. Love me from afar. My grandiose boobprints in cement for posterity.

Fame becomes me, teaches me to reach for the stars and settle for my own show. Iโ€™d sell my soul, if I had one, to be idolized.

Fast forward to a new order.  New stars in a new medium. Go figure. Obsolescence so soon? My hand was this close to the brass ring.
Written by
Sue Collins
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