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Perfect
April 16, 2008, 1:10 am
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I wanted to be

The girl in the flowered dress

That waits on the doorstep

For you to come home.

But I got tired of waiting

So… I went home and

put on some jeans and

a T-shirt, took off my shoes.

And when you showed up at

my door I was in the middle

of devouring a half gallon of Rocky Road

And you sat down

And you looked over

With as much love in

Your eyes as if I had

been that girl in the

Flowered dress with perfect

hair blowing over my perfect shoulders

With lipstick and silver

And gently arched feet.

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