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| One girl alone in the library. A person passes by, she looks to see. Tip Type Tip Type Click Click The computer shows her what she needs, Typing and tweaking independently. Hair pulled back, twirled and clipped, Looking through glasses that sometimes slip. She's a people person, you can tell Casual and noting, oh so well. Intelligent and patient all the same She checks her notes and doesn't play games. Things seem right to such as she, Friends, intelligence, fun and TV. Her life might not be perfect No one's is, But watching her, you can see That she has brains and some beauty. That she has friends and a good deal As she lives out her life, Something that's real. |
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