Magical, Mysterious Glasses

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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

Date: 8/14/2016 2:40:00 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

Date: 5/23/2016 6:37:00 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!