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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Once whence the setting sun had sewn her brilliant seams into my eye's horizon, I received a call from an unknown number on the phone I pay way too much for to Verizon. I ignored it, because get lost, if you don't know me you can go suck egg, That includes you, Discover Card, who for bill payments from me you always beg. Anyways, as I stood there inhaling the first breath of the evening's dark exhaust, I saw within the corner of my eye a pixie or sylph who seemed to have been lost. Fluttering about in her auburn, amber and umber skin, I greeted her with one of my humblest of gentlemanly grins. I said "Top o' the morn, you metaphysical creature of the light," Despite the fact that when I saw her it was nearly night. "Well I'm a tool, I just assumed you're Irish and would appreciate my greeting," I said to her to excuse my imbecilic choice of words in this serendipitous meeting. Quiet she remained as I tried to summon small talk to this little curious blur, Who floated and hid in the corner of my eye when I tried to look right at her. "Dear friend, please don't feel the need to be shy," I said, "For I'm honestly a friendly and stand-up guy." Again, she said nothing to my desperate attempts at conversation, Which I surely hope she did not mistake for a horny man's flirtation. Curiously, when I tried to look right at this flying fairy, She would not seem to in my sight directly tarry. Then I realized that she who had been hiding in my cornea where in the eye's stroma, Was but a squiggly line shifting inside the eye fluid of my early stage of glaucoma.
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