Perfect

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I am so perfect,
That I'm up to display.
For people to notice and copy my ways,
Grade A's are the mark,
Poised, pretty, witty and smart,
Smiling, comes first in the task.
I'd never make a mistake,
Who's want to lose the first place?
Become as perfect as me,
And I promise you,
All the world's glee,
And bunchfull of bands for your wrists;
Boxes of canvas of face
To paint the grins and smiles of each day.
So loved you'll be,
For the unnoticed sweaty eyes and silent screams,
You'll bleed at night,
Cry a couple million times,
And maybe still never be alright,
Yet, look how perfect am I.

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