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Feb 2020
If her eyes were
a street,
they would be a
dead end.
There wouldn't be
a sign.
And if I drove
into them,
all the promising
landscape
and stunning scenery
would come to
an abrupt stop.
Such lies...
Those
dead-end eyes.
"Eyes, the window to the soul"
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOkjvj7dhyk
Thomas W Case
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Thomas W Case  56/M/Clear Lake
(56/M/Clear Lake)   
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