Every day, it seems to me,
Nay, every second or so.
My eyes will act strangly,
And just close, to and fro.
It's not as if I control them!
They only do it by themself.
Blinking, blinking, on a whim,
This can't be good for me healf'.
I just won't let them do it!
I just won't just let 'em rust!
I'll hold them open, oh my wit!
And I- CHRIST! TOO MUCH DUST!
Oh it hurts! It hurts right here!
I can't even see that chair!
But wait, what is that I hear?
An ambulance, right there?
I now realise why I blink.
Oh yes, hindsight is quite far.
If only I had stopped to think...
My eyes wouldn't be resting in a jar.







"...and as he spoke unto the masses, he tripped, and everyone had a good laugh. Except Quin, of course. He just got dirt in his face."
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Before I criticize someone, I walk a mile in their shoes. That way, if they get angry, they are a mile away and barefoot.
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Practice safe eating, use a condiment.
I'll make millions!
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Practice safe eating, use a condiment.
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Practice safe eating, use a condiment.
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We have missed our opportunity
Of escaping with impunity;
So farewell to the felicity
Of our maiden domesticity!