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Perfect
The perfect problem presents opportunity for you and me to come up with...the perfect solution, in theory there is no perfect thing or person but personally in practice I make perfect a perfectly normal act, so practically perfection serves as a part of life's sentence, and so I'll pay my debt with a pound of flesh like in Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, you see I'm an apprentice to the master, looking toward the perfect pasture, so I can graze on the ways and the wings of an Eagle, to fly the perfect flight and to fight the perfect fight that I might bring a smile to the sequel, who said we're all created equal? Now that's a perfect illusion, and one of the many reasons we're in the state of perfect confusion, confused about who's who as our fuse get shorter, and I truths are being fused into some new world order, now you oughta take a peek at a picture painted perfectly, of our past, like when I worked you automatically worked with me, and certainly my gains were your gains, and mi casa was su casa, those were the days when we stood with perfect posture, together on the same team on a perfect roster, we all wore number seven the number of the perfect man, and with our minds united we recited the perfect plan, so our rebirth is placed in the palm of our hands, to perfect this resurrection and give respect to every man... PERFECT!!!
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