Not Perfect

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Title:     Not Perfect
Author: John Kendrick Bangs [More Titles by Bangs]

HER eyes are blue-a lovely hue
For eyes; her cheeks are pink,
And for the cheek, ’twixt me and you,
That color’s right, I think.

Her fingers taper prettily,
Her teeth are white as pearls-
Her hands seem softer far to me
Than any other girl’s.

Her figure’s trim-it is petite-
I like them just that way,
And truly, maiden half so sweet
You’d not find every day.

And yet, alas! she’s not my choice,
This creature of my rhyme-
Because her soft and rich-toned voice
Is going all the time.

[The end]
John Kendrick Bangs's poem: Not Perfect

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