Oh glasses,
Dear glasses,
Why do you hate me so?
I wear you,
I clean you,
I keep you safe!
I buy you soft cloths,
And a pretty little case!
But when I read,
Write,
Draw,
Play,
On anything that projects light,
You become mirrors,
In which people can see,
Everything Im doing,
On my glowing electronics screen.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Oh glasses,
Dear glasses,
Why do you hate me so?
I wear you,
I clean you,
I keep you safe!
I buy you soft cloths,
And a pretty little case!
But when I read,
Write,
Draw,
Play,
On anything that projects light,
You become mirrors,
In which people can see,
Everything Im doing,
On my glowing electronics screen.
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