The Optic Oops of Scott Summers
Cyclops, with visor so grand,
Tried winking, a move unplanned.
His beam went astray,
Melted icebergs that day,
"My optic control's out of hand!"
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Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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