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The Perfect Me

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�We are all apprentices �
in a craft where no one �
ever becomes a master.� �
~Ernest Hemingway �
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I wrote the perfect poem � �
Then I read my recent one � �
I drew the perfect picture � �
I forgot I'd drawn a better one � �
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I got the perfect marriage � �
But I wondered why we fought � �
Nobody is perfect they said � �
Who is this "nobody"? I thought � �
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Sometimes when I tune my guitar � �
Keys end up in a perfect line � �
It's that moment of satisfaction � �
I know I will skew it the next time � �
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In this stage, you're an actor � �
I'm an audience at your play � �
Who would play my role � �
When I'm gone, far away
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That's why I write my story � �
One chapter at a time � �
Because my words will live � �
Even after my time � �
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It may not be a masterpiece � �
But it'll reflect me correctly � �
As my Father created me � �
By his own hands perfectly �
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