Glasses

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Today I offered

My glasses

To the unfortunate soul

Who was chosen

To read what was on the blackboard.

 

So pale he was,

Like a vampire,

That unfortunate soul.

 

Practically blind

And bland he was

For he always wore color,

But never seeing

Color.

 

He took

My glasses

And placed them

On his blind, blind eyes.

Alas, he could See!

 

But when he

Took them off

He still

Refused to See.

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