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Poetry: Eyes

by Chuck Maddock

Eyes that see, could you look for me

Please, somehow, find me now

Eyes that have the look, no need for any book

Uses your slight, find me day or night


Eyes that see, look kindly on me

Focused good, tell me what I should

Eyes at night or dawn, be it me you look upon

Look behind to seek and find


Eyes that see, let no one pick on me

For those ones, bad, would wish they never had

Eyes that see all, always on call

All seeing eyes, keep good and wise

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