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The Eyes Have It

The Eyes Have It Eyes sharpened at the whetstone Honed to a glistening edge, They used them to slice and dice for Homeworks forgotten; Rooms left in cyclonic disarray; Reports unfiled; Presents left ungiven; Promises unkept--- Scythe-like orbs slipped into you And poured you into the ground an Unripened watermelon pulp oozing red and pits. They said that eyes had not A rapier wit, nor rending ability Though you learned they did, As life essence formed a puddle Like water broken before birth.

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