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The Lord is good,And filled with love,
Where we'd least expect it,
As He watches from above
He loves my eyes,
That aren't green
He loves my tongue,
That utters things it doesn't mean
He loves my ears,
That twist what they hear
He loves how my thoughts,
Never seem to be clear
He loves my nails,
That never grow
He loves my teeth,
In crooked rows
He loves my hair,
That isn't straight
He loves the way,
I'm always late
He loves my skin,
That isn't pale
He loves my obsessions,
With several males
He loves my feet,
And their abnormal size
He loves my intelligence,
That never seems to rise
He loves my excessive,
Facial hair
He loves me tumbling,
Down the stairs
He loves me when,
I hurt my friends,
And, still when I try,
To make amends
He loves me when,
I stray away
He loves me still,
From day to day
Regardless of,
Out pessimistic thoughts,
He loves us all,
Even when we're caught
He loves me dearly,
And you the same,
Because, we're all equal,
In this hectic game
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