This Most Perfect Hill
By Corynn Bernhardt
On this most perfect hill
With these two perfect cats,
are the most perfect friends
and these most perfect hats.
In these most perfect hats
That is in the middle of the quad
Beside the perfect center of
The building that stands all.
In this most perfect laugh
That spreads like daisy weeds,
With perfect rhythm as the
Rain as perfect as can be.
In this most perfect hour
At the bottom of the tree,
Lives the most perfect
Butterfly song that is whispering
From the dirt.
In these most perfect glances
Of the beckoning of the leaves,
Through this imperfect exchange
Lives
a perfect symphony.
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