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Apr 2015
Perfect clothes;
Perfect hair;
Perfect make up;
Perfect perfume in the air.

Perfect grades;
Perfect outlook;
Perfect act;
Perfect,not even a little crook*.

I wonder how perfect people think;
Do they see their own perfection?
Do they strive for it?
Do they know their direction?

I will never know;
For I'm far from perfect;
I'm far from normal;
But I'm worth it.
*crook as in a bend of sorts.
Florence Maude
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Florence Maude
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