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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pretty Darned Smart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was quiet and shy, a naive little thing<br>An invisible girl, a puppet on a string<br>Sleepwalking through life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No big plans, goals, or dreams<br>She didn't feel special, or pretty, or smart<br>But when she was alone, she would sing from her heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her voice was pleasant, but no one ever knew<br>And neither did she, she hadn't a clue	<br>She had two older sisters, and they all shared a room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With bunk beds, in a room, that was designed just for two<br>As the youngest of three, she'd no bed of her own<br>Yes it's true, though not fair, what's a little sister to do</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But....In this rectangular two-sister-bedroom's far corner<br>Was the door to a storage room, just the right size for one boarder<br>Where an old metal bed, abandoned by older brother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Held hand-me-down-clothing, that first was one's, then another's<br>The best part of all, was the old pink-painted wardrobe<br>The bed tarnished and rusty, wardrobe mirrors smudged and quite dusty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She buffed out a circle in the mirror, and saw her reflection<br>Inspired, she asked Mother, who had no objection<br>Staking claim on this space, she started to clean</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A large job for a small girl, not quite yet a preteen<br>She moved boxes and mopped, and she sang as she cleaned<br>Semi-done, the bed, windows, wardrobe mirrors, fairly gleamed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She washed curtains, re-hung them, tied them back with some string<br>Put on line-dried fresh bed linens and a grandma-made bed quilt<br>Looked around, very pleased with her own room she had(kind of) built</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glimpsed herself in the mirror of wardrobe ancient and pink<br>Found her reflection delightful, her self-esteem to rethink<br>She'd made a plan, had worked hard, and achieved her objective</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She felt pretty darned smart, and in her heart, quietly festive<br>Sunshine danced through her room, dust specks waltzing in sunbeams<br>She began to twirl in her own sunlight, and to sing out her dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=DonnaJ+York">DonnaJ York</a><div class=q>
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An invisible girl, a puppet on a string
Sleepwalking through life

No big plans, goals, or dreams
She didn't feel special, or pretty, or smart
But when she was alone, she would sing from her heart

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