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The boss lady

Pride like the clicking unique,
She enters with damsel and flamboyance,
Incense with shiny fancy sunglasses.

With golden heels and body felt high,
Lives a throne sleeve splendid soul,
She passes by with clicks in her crown,
Her goals and ambition with beautiful elegant and classy dress.

The forward movement clicks in her head,
All the applaud welcome to hope for the future.

The success of a boss lady,
She possesses to look adorn,
Created with the form of confidence below sunset.