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Nov 2010
Perfection comes in many forms,
Trees that grow crooked,
leaves with veins, cracks and spots.
The flower who's petals arent
the right shade to be considered suitable.
A boy with one green eye and one blue.
If you look closely you can see,
what some would call an anomaly.
But what some would deem a flaw
I see as Perfection.
To me you were just that,
Perfection with the flaws of life.


11/15/10
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Jenny March
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Jenny March
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