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Aug 2020
When my eyes were bright and pinpoint sharp
I threaded needles in the dark
I could walk into the eye
Never touching either side
Now I am an older man
Careful threading of the eye
I don't believe the needle shrank
Just my belief in the needles size
Robert Andrews
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Robert Andrews  55/M
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