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Perfection Enthusiast


Perfect,

That I am,

So perfect in fact,

My name is Sam.

 

From my head to my toes,

From the wrinkle in my nose,

The perfect five foot height,

The perfect far-sighted sight.

 

If perfection were a game,

I would win every time,

If perfection were a job,

I would live a wonderful life.

 

Perfection,

The greatest pun,

I never knew such perfection could exist,

Until I saw my son.

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