gojennings
Wednesday 09/16/2009
A poem, by Henry Gibson
My age is really creeping up on me lately. More and more of my childhood favorites are fading away. http://bit.ly/7Hng9
The Eyelash By Henry Gibson
The eyelash is a friend to man. It lives to serve the eye. It fights the dirt and dust and grime, And keeps the eyeball dry. Flick, flick. Flick, flick. It’s busy as a bee. Flick, flick. Flick, flick. It’s helpin’ you and me.
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