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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In my days of innocent child, Imagination would run wild. Seated at the television... Typical was this decision. At the time, there was a theory. This, I would constantly query... Too much viewing without a care Would see my eyes shapen to square. Something not to be argued with... Discovered since, this was a myth. Still, I consider without surprise That I have television eyes. So much that I have heard and seen Projected from and off the screen. In my young days, animation Was nothing short of sensation. Morning cartoons on the weekend Saw me trying hard to pretend To imitate my heroes drawn Upon the paper in their spawn. In between, commercials playing. Some, I still remember saying... Advertisements and promotions Of their lotions - other potions. I would also find it groovy Watching genres in their movie. Seeing these in repetition Gave me a sense of ambition. Film director - wanting to be... This ended up escaping me. To this day, my eyes remaining Without desire of refraining From television broadcasting... Impacts of it everlasting. These of which do not go astray... Snippets in their constant replay. Scenes of dialogue and their quotes Of which my eyes have taken notes. Television - if not for this... Out on so much, my eyes would miss.
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