“I ain't DYE’N my hair, NO MORE!
Thar's NUT’n in LIFE worth dye’n it for.
I’m no Cinderella! So, why shud I care..
The size of m' HIPS or the color of m’hair?"

It's GUN tote'n, she-REBEL...Nellie Bly,
Burn'n things owned by dat CHEAT’n Clyde.
Into the flames go..his Mud Dig'n Gear.
"No need to keep stuff, if he ain’t here!”

“My mirror reflects a WOMAN who can..
Survive on her own...without a MAN!”
The fuzz on m'legs is stay’n rite THAR!!
The sign on m'shack sez...“Men, BEWARE!”

“Heart broken, I was, when he left that day.
On a bus head’n...down yonder way.
I died inside, but..“I ROSE FROM THE DEAD!”...
DO’n 90 on the 105!.. GO’n full steam ahead!!!"

"I’m MAN-less and FREE and unattached!
(‘Cept fer m’ young-un, still to be hatched.)

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