Oh Sharon!

Oh Sharon you’re so strong!

You always get up, you always move on.

Oh, Sharon, how do you fare?

You make it look easy, like you never cared.

Oh, Sharon, I wish I were you.

Without all the pain you went through.

Oh, Sharon, you were meant to suffer.

So I could see agony with a buffer.

Oh, Sharon, I thank you.

For doing the work that I’d never do.


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