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Nov 2014
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.
Cameryn Micheal
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Cameryn Micheal  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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