Nobodies Perfect.
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1 fights in the ring.
1 fights for her life.
1 little birdie for Jesus
does sing.
1 just sits.
1 pitches a fit.
1 is slow.
1 is fast.
1 is learning to throw.
1 is learning to cast.
1 is here.
1 is past.
Counting the stars.
Heavens list.
His love exists.
He forgives, he forgets.
Because we are all, his
children yet.
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