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You Just Don'T Mess Up Perfect Imperfection

eating my spaghetti sandwich downing my potato pancakes running through my deluxe taco salad it is time for bed already looking for my dessert longing for my dessert cannot find my dessert doggonit if she did not eat my mixed signal dessert alas! in the overstuffed pantry, hidden behind the hidden, is a box of vanilla protein bars and she says i do not eat healthy i read the ingredients i see the healthy benefits in MY eyes yep, i can watch the cheaters marathon for night owls quite a hoot for i who usually has no loot here she comes hands on hips looking beautiful without the makeup she sits beside me and puts her head on my shoulder i look at her with the utmost admiration despite her imperfections she then pinches me, reminding me of the silent hypocrisy as the third episode of cheaters begins, the journey song sneaks into my mind you just don't mess up Perfect Imperfection Forever Hers......Faithfully....... the food has digested now by cheaters, episode seven time for bed

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