
I have a story to tell that is clever and it just may last forever.
It can grow tired after awhile but it just may come back to make you smile.
There were three blind mice but two of them were only hard of seeing.
One mouse thought that he could see but when he "saw" he realized that he could not.
Now I'm no Pied Piper and this may be just a day dream, sort of another kind of reality.
One day a wise man came along to shed some light on the scene; when he
suddenly realized that he too was also blind and could not see.
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Aaah... breath the chill air contains the promise of the day birds
chittering away on the last of the wispy grey.
A little light to infiltrate the heavy evening glows around in sound
state of mind slows the unheard signals point the way none the less
for the acrobat will rest.
Unfettered ecstacy is not of this world, as we approaching a date
with destiny unfetter our furl.
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