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About This Poem
Oh Book
Oh Book, I cannot hold thee close enough
My eyes are open wide
My sight is almost fried
My eyes, this winter day, are very tired
My spectacle prescription has expired
To see! Again to clearly read this stuff
Oh Book, I cannot hold thee close enough
These dirt cheap drug store glasses are to blame
But I never thought I could
Do something that I should
Till my conscience did insist
I see an ophthalmologist
My sight will finally been reclaimed
Though it almost had been permanently maimed
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