Unperfect
Dirt,
Mud,
Sand.
Can get on me but underneath it all I am still a HUMAN BEING.
Snakes,
Dogs,
Weather.
May block me from being myself but in the end through it all I am still a
HUMAN BEING.
There is no perfect covering that I can put on to make me perfect.
For I am a human being and will always be one.
Look for my imperfect covering that is where you will find my "perfection".
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