A Flawless Me

Thu, 02/19/2015 - 19:57 -- mmb_321

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Here is a poem

About a flawless person:

 

 

 

 

 

It does not exist. 

Everyone has their flaws. 

Some people are kind of clumsy.

Others simply are very shy.

And more than a few of us talk just a smidge too much.

But that's the beauty of flaws --

It builds our character.

We learn from our previous weaknesses 

And turn them into strengths. 

That is the beauty of humanity.

We are flawless because we have flaws.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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