I Fell Off A Cliff And Broke My Face

I fell off a cliff and broke my face,
So I fixed it up and stitched it--with a shoelace.
Now I’ll admit: it wasn’t the smartest thing to do,
But I had to keep up somehow--just for you.
And while I know appearances don’t mean the world,
Beauty is a wonderful thing, it’s true--
I fell off a cliff and broke my face;
I wonder if I’m beautiful enough for you.

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