By Trish 2013 |
Whenever I'm out walking, I really could cry,
at the lovely curly tops I see, proudly pass by.
It isn't a matter of jealousy, nothing like that,
envy is not one of my failings and that's a fact.
Usually I feel equal to one and absolutely all,
but my lack of any curls, makes me feel small.
Down, down I go, depression grips me hard,
I'd rather stay home and suffer, in my own yard.
But alas my destiny, is to walk my powerless path,
that pleases others, such as giving me a bath!!!!
Trish 2013
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