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The eyes are the doorways to our thoughts and hold in all that we see They can make out the figure of a man in the distance watching as he draws closer They can notice how he's walking and can spot what's in his hand They can peer through the trees to observe a crime. They can avert themselves so they don't have to take stock of what they witness. They can examine the crime scene or inspect it for clues They can glance across to a colleague whose gawping at the sky They can survey the database and scrutinise suspects They can ogle a coworker and behold her beauty whilst they study the facts and peruse through evidence They can scan all the records till they see a match They can look up the address and bring them to the court They can glare at the perpetrator whilst he gazes down at the ground as he is taken away.
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May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
What we can see.
The eyes are the doorways to our thoughts and hold in all that we see They can make out the figure of a man in the distance watching as he draws closer They can notice how he's walking and can spot what's in his hand They can peer through the trees to observe a crime. They can avert themselves so they don't have to take stock of what they witness. They can examine the crime scene or inspect it for clues They can glance across to a colleague whose gawping at the sky They can survey the database and scrutinise suspects They can ogle a coworker and behold her beauty whilst they study the facts and peruse through evidence They can scan all the records till they see a match They can look up the address and bring them to the court They can glare at the perpetrator whilst he gazes down at the ground as he is taken away.
written on 06/05/13 by Josh Morter © Got bored and wondered how many synonyms about looking I could write in a poem... Turns out couldn't think of a ridiculous amount. Please alert me to any sights I may have missed out on.
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May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
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