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The Perfect Woman?
The complete definition of perfect
Stands on the corner,
Conversing with a friend,
Not knowing the
Perfection
That she holds
Rich, silky laugh
Flowing from a graceful,
Finely sculpted neck
As piercing, mysterious eyes
Glance upwards toward the heavens,
From where she most certainly must hail
Softly curved body,
Lovingly crafted by Mother Earth herself,
Slides flawlessly into a hideous
Yellow cab,
Yet her aura is the essence of
A star's cheerful smile
Who is this gorgeous woman,
She who fascinates even the
most resiliant,
Simply close your eyes,
dear audience,
And watch your answer appear--
None will be the same.
*Umm...I just wrote this because...I have no clue. I think there's a lesson in here somewhere?*
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My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way. --Ernest Hemingway
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