she stands 8 feet minus 3
tough as gravel, gentle as a new baby
she breaks boards and fights fires
she teaches all the little liars
her bark is big
but her bite is better
you ain't met no one like this
no not ever
she was a little-bitty weed
growing in a forest of trees
now she's a big old weed
and the forest begs mercy down at her knees
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