In Perfect
the lawns are always green
the trees always show off their foliage
In Perfect
everyone knows everyone else
and arguments are solved with apple pie
In Perfect
the cars emit no harmful gasses
paper and plastics are recycled religiously
In Perfect
well, everything is perfect you see
there is no war, famine or sickness
In Perfect
I used to be happy
until I found it was anything but perfect
In Perfect
the people would never let on
but they too know they live
Imperfect
December 10, 2006
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