Perfection for all
Our great country so divided with hate
no one agrees exept to disagree.
What has happend your apinion not mine the new normal
time has passed and the wounds fester
tomorow comes with new desasters
with every new phone times are faster than ever
one world yes or never.
Finding something fun and tax it make the slightest mistake
and only the perfect are perfect.
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