Pure Imagination And Fantasy
There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television
One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked
Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease
A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks
Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air
Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.
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