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Feb 2023
Can you tell when I bow to the crowd?
Cheesy crap I said out loud
Just to say something
With nothing to say
I musta needed attention that day
I see them now
And cringe inside
Though the crowd seems to love it
I suppose from myself
I cannot hide
Nor can I rise above it
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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