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Perfectly Imperfect


Bumby skin

pimpled face

aching neck

sloppy writing

slow walk

fast talk

 

trips over air

hits the floor

laughs it off

gets back up

rubs her knees

shakes it out

 

dances in the rain

eats in her car

hides the cookie jar

stays up too late

gets up too early

does work last minute

 

can care less at times

but loves her family and friends

hates the world at times

but loves the caring people

reads in dark at times

but loves to write stories

 

She is not always perfect

in fact not ever

but she is

Perfectly Imperfect

flawlessly.

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