Magical Quality of Glass
my father’s a glazier, but I am certainly not…
to look through my fingers I learned long ago…
and be real eyesore by blocking the view…
it’s easy, you know, for me and for you…
behind me there is a flower in the ground…
but you won’t see it until look around…
I know magic qualities glass can afford,
But it’s no use, for I everything block…
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