Author: Barbara Goodhew
I'm glad I'm not a man.
When I'm out I scan.
No matter what they say,
Women give them no leeway.
The men just grin.
They never win.
I'm like that too,
But try to be cool.
They don't know I'm being a witch.
They don't care as long as I'm rich.
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