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Ode to Spectacles
Without my specs I can't see straight.
Then my mind becomes in such a state.
Without them I see nothing clear.
I feel discomfort and also fear.
Without my specs all things are blurred.
I see neither distances nor written word.
Without them I lose quality of life.
I feel so awkward and full of strife.
But with my specs sharp becomes my vision.
I can then enjoy books or my television.
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Saturday 21st September 2024 4:59 pm
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