I AM BEAUTIFUL
I would be the first to admit,
And few would disagree,
That I am no oil painting
(Unless you include Edvard Munch)
No one would look at me twice.
And yet, she did.
And she tells me she loves me,
Every day.
I suppose that old saying
Must be true
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