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Created on: March 25, 2009
Misunderstanding
There's eyes in the trees my dear.
Look out of the window,
You can see them
If you dare,
If you care.
There's eyes in the trees.
Subliminal messaging on the T.V?
Obviously.
But can you see what it really means?
Can you see how much it demeans?
Can you see?
There's eyes in the trees my dear.
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