Not Perfect
I made my mother a card
It read happy mothers "dat"
Later I saw my mistake
I turned red when I saw that
There was a smile on her face
She said much to my delight,
"Although this is not perfect,"
"The thought's what makes it right"
We're not always perfect
Mistakes once in a while,
Don't define us, when we learn
And accept them with a smile!
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