A plump and plucky kid,
She never was before,
While fate dealt her blows,
The body kept score.
A few ounces more she felt,
Was enough to drown in sorrow,
But then the realization came
That nothing can remove the furrows.
Every human thus copes,
With the many a battle grind,
Hers is not theirs to judge,
Everyone’s is their own to mind.
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