Poetry His Image.

[03WillowTree30]

I look at the sunset
And the trees so tall
I see the crawling caterpillar
And I love it all

But then I look in the mirror
And see my reflection
I'm short, fat, and pimpled faced
I find my imperfections

Then I heard a voice
And this is what it said,
He loves you the way you are.
Think of that instead.
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Hope you like that, I guess. ^^' I made that over the course of 2 days, so.