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Little poem for ya...
Thru My Lens Thru my zappy big zoom lens I see people sitting sighing I spy inspiration dying But they don't see me Thru my funky fish-eye lens Horizons holding up the sky Line up to bid the sun goodbye But they don't see me And thru my murky macro lens Petals fall and lashes flutter Babies bawl and old lips mutter And they don't see me But through my misty mirror lens I see someone reading something Into every little dumb thing But I don't see me |
