Some eyes just gleam
and, others glare
Some flash, or glaze
Behind a stare
Beware the orbs
Whose smiles alight
These will betray
Intent at sight
Though falsest face
A mask belies
The truth will speak
Through twinkling eyes.
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The reader lives inside a book
The writer quite outside it
The story told
Will take ahold
Of each by size until, to wit
They dress alike
A perfect fit.
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I know what she knows
But, she doesn’t know
That I know what she knows
And, thinks that she knows
What I don’t, but I do
And he thinks so, too.
And, so I know everything
They know is true
Yes, I know what they know
And, you know now, too.
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