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Oct 2012
In , a world based on looks and glamorous ways.
Isn't it amazing of the things we say.
Isn't she ugly?
We have often heard.
Until it's directed back upon them.

Isn't that baby ugly.
We have heard this too.
Until that person is connected to you.

Then our defense system instantly kicks in.
It could be in the defense of a family or a friend.

Isn't he one ugly guy.
But many of them have charm to push a pretty guy to the side.

When you sit and think about many things.
Isn't we all just the same.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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