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Mar 2018
Dear tooth,
You always stuck out,
When all I wanted was for you to fit in,

I hated you,
Despised you,
Resented you,

I tried to hide you away from the world,
But try as I might,
Sooner or later you’d shine right out

In my youth I thought,
I was ugly,
Thought of myself as “almost” pretty

But my age has made me wise
It’s open my eyes
And I can’t imagine a me without you

You make me different,
You make me humble,
You keep me grounded,
And you make me kind,

You remind me that no one is perfect,
And no one will ever be...
Percival Dingleberry
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Percival Dingleberry  28/F/New York
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