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My glasses
My glasses are part of me
They are simple and not flashy
I shall wear them with pride
They are fashionable and worldwide
Many colours and styles to choose
It is always nice to hear honest views
I don’t need them on when I am in bed
They come off as not glued to my head
I always feel lost without my glasses
Missing all those admiring glances
I like being able...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:33 pm
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