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Apr 2021
She had the nerve to call me Do gooder
The kind that talks a good game but contributes very little to the world
Whenever she passes my way, Feeling sorry for her comes to mind
The truth she and those like her are a waste of our time
Quietly and without applause or aplomb
My very best is to go my best in this world
Do good no matter what you do
As for her, get out of our way

C@rainbowchaser2021
Written by
Maddy  F/East Coast
(F/East Coast)   
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