Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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Magical, Mysterious Glasses

I once was a slow reader, the slowest reader in the room,
Unable to see the words with my eyes.
And so I went to an eye quack,
He prescribed glasses in black,
Then, no more headaches, I could now become wise.

These glasses allowed me to see, see clearly every word I read, 
I now love to read every word that I can.
I’m so glad I have these specs,
They’re my special convex,
I’m now a colossal reading excavating superman.

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Ironic Zink August 14, 2016 at 2:40 AM When I got to reading glasses in black the image loaded simultaneously. Perfect timing and you seem to write very well too me... I gave you a 7.

Michael Whatley May 23, 2016 at 6:37 AM Aw, lovely lighthearted piece, Lewis! I too have had glasses since I learnt to read and write. Wondrous how much can come of a pair of plastic lenses!