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by Witch

There they sit
In there ivory tower
Thinking they have
All the power

Always trying to
Put me down
Looking at me
With a frown

Wish I knew
What I had done
To stop me moving
Up one rung

My opinion
I will always say
Since they don't
Like it that way

So they can
Keep there little clique
For I am strong
And they are weak

© Witch 2011


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