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Jul 2013
Make me blind, a girl did say,
take these eyes of mine away,
I'm sick of seeing, I'm sick of looking,
I'm sick of watching the world's people *******
each other over, trying to get on top,
We all see it happening but we'll never see it stop.

So I've decided to hear, and taste, and smell,
and touch. I'll do these very well.
But I will not open my eyes any more,
the dirt and the grit just makes them sore.
Instead I'll use my brilliant mind,
to imagine that everyone is being kind.
I was going to go into how sounds and smells from negative things can be turned to positives... but I'm going to leave it there and let your imaginations do the work! Plus... my hot choc is calling me and I'm halfway through a very good book ;) x
Heather Gibbons
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Heather Gibbons  Wigan
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