The window to the soul, or so they tell me. Today, in my mind's eye, I spy a guy in a field of rye, with his hands to the sky, oh my oh my. He wears a white coat, as eyes gracefully float through the air. He clears his throat and declares, "You're looking just fine, yes, all of your kind. You see the light shine due to your sight divine." The man skips away, with the retinas he will now play. Unto you I say, the optometrist I thank today.
1 comment:
At first I thought you were talking about Holden Caulfield.
I was disappointed.
I'd like to frolic in a field with that brother.
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