The Marvelous Eye

The window to my soul blinks
You can see his heart sink
My peeper looks sweetly and bats it's lashes neatly
His cheeks go pink
To that I wink
Eyes are much exalted
Splendid and magnificent,
Better than fries salted
Without the portrait of the mind,
The traitor of the the heart is still mighty fine





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