ImagesA Poem by A.A
When will the inside matter?
When will everyone stop looking out? What's our chance without A perfect image? When will who we are, Matter over how we look? When will we have a chance, To live life at the fullest? When will our image, No longer matter, And what's on the inside, Does? © 2014 A.A |
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Added on August 18, 2014 Last Updated on August 18, 2014 Author |