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My Perfections


Like a student I live;
live to learn the likes of the world.

While others worry about hair;
I wonder what makes them tick.

There is no flaw in my mind;
where ice berges are my concience.

Spirits dance in the moon light;
Like memories of our past.

How did this old soul land in my head;
where flaws are my perfection. 
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