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New Glasses

At last the blackboard I can clearly see Then whisperes of "four eyes" come to me My heartfelt joy is turned to tears I still remember, after all these years

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Vicky Tsiluma

Date: 11/13/2012 10:34:00 PM

I love how you've done this Barbara -oh the pains of childhood! Nice!

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 11/12/2012 9:40:00 AM

Work on line 2 Barb I think you mean the kids were wishpering about you but the way you have it now is unclear, 4 eyes appears the subject & whisper the verb? or that you are describing a type of whisper instead of the whisperers? HUGS Light & Love

Jon A Cavanaugh

Date: 11/12/2012 8:09:00 AM

I love your New Glasses poem. Bravo!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 11/12/2012 7:24:00 AM

Oh gosh you have brought back a memory there. I was always in trouble at primary school and the headmaster was so fed up he dragged me to the front of the class and made me stand in front of the blackboard. It was then he realised I had not been able to see because I could then read what was on it for the first time. I was still always in trouble afterwards, but at least i could see ..