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My Tired Eyes

MY TIRED EYES I just know when I am tired from writing,when my last glass eye drops out. Indiana Shaw . . .

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 8/13/2021 7:21:00 AM

GIGGLES GALORE! I needed that, thank you! xomo <3

Indiana Shaw
Date: 8/13/2021 9:05:00 AM

It's my pleasure Mo, to make you laugh . . . ; )

Tom Cunningham

Date: 8/13/2021 5:45:00 AM

Lol, the eyes have it.

Indiana Shaw
Date: 8/13/2021 8:59:00 AM

At night I keep "em in a jar next to my bed, along with my false nose, and dentures, my wig on the coat hook, and my wooden leg in the brolley stand . . . ; )

Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/13/2021 1:40:00 AM

Ha ha, yeah, that would be so not fun, clever monoku, Indiana:)

Indiana Shaw
Date: 8/13/2021 1:46:00 AM

I'm getting some nice soft silicon ones next week, I hear when they drop out, they just bounce right back in . . . ; )