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Perfection

Perfection

Nobody’s perfect
i heard them say
by what standards
they change by day

The full bodied women
of old yesteryear
favorites to gaze on
while having a beer.

What is perfection
what does that mean
our taste are all different
and change in between

Is it bad judgment
or stupid mistakes
that makes us imperfect
is that what it takes?

We all make mistakes
that’s certainly true
aren't we then perfect
both me and you.

Collect all your foibles 
self loathing and shame
accept them as part of
perfection reclaimed.

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