There’s absolutely no way In heaven God was in a conventional mood the day he made you.
You think I’m flattering?
Then you obviously haven’t looked in the mirror lately.
Indeed he took his time with you.
Inside and out.
There’s no way he did not consider all my shortness as a match for all your tallness. Let’s take a hint shall we?
Unconventional is you,
You’re unconventionally beautiful babe.
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Today is one of those random post days.