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My glasses no longer work
For me
I wear them to see my children
And children playing
To see this sunrise that moon
Chop herbs finely
To catch you dancing
 
But not to pour scotch
Or to feel my lonely skin  
Or to see a sea breeze
Or Coltrane or memories
Or this human hullabaloo  
And its trampled
Written by whale
Published | Edited 20th Sep 2015
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