Kelly Curiel (July 22,1993 / Thousand Oaks)
She mixes and matched every outfit...
Now her clothes are perfect.
She brushes with care,
now her hair is perfect.
Brush, rise, swish, rise, floss, rise...
Now her teeth are perfect.
She washes her face, puts on her makeup...
Now her face is perfect.
Now she is completely perfect.
She smiles one last perfect smile
and starts her perfect day.
The weather was lovely and perfect...
then it stared to rain.
Her perfect dry-cleaned clolthes crinkled and shrunk.
Her perfect hair tangles and clumps
Her perfect teeth are covered in red lipstick.
Mascara and concealer are smeared down her perfect cheeks,
her lips are now pulled down into a not so perfect frown...
So much for perfection!
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