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Perfection


Not much to look at

Who cares? Not me.

I can out smart Einstein in

stage 4 of sleep.

I can stop any shot on

the field, even Messi has got 

to bring it.

Determination gets me

places, I don't have to

look like Tyra Banks.

Ya, I may be too big, I may

be too loud, but...

I like me for me, 

there's nothing I would change.

So if you gotta problem with me

keep it to yourself just because 

you think I'm not perfect; perfect  

doesn't have to look like

everyone else.   

 

 

 

 

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