Spuggies

Poem By Fleur Adcock

When her mind's made up,
She doesn't fuss...
Or cry!

She's not the kind to mope around,
Or one to criticize.
With eyes that sigh.

She's not one weak who weeps.
She stands on her own two feet,
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
Who knows what she does when it's done.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.

She's not one weak who weeps.
She stands on her own two feet,
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
Yes she's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.

When her mind's made up,
She doesn't fuss...
Or cry!
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She is determined and a strong willed woman...
Who knows what she does when it's done.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.

She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She is determined and a strong willed woman...
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

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