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Apr 24
Not much
For observation’s blinds
Unless they’re on
Vacation’s dimes
For time is of the essence
Of some all too precious
Prescience
And myopic are
The open eyes
Divining
Not a penchant  
For an overload of senses
Mother Nature’s
Battle trenches
When transparency
Requires
Darker-shaded
Ethnic lenses
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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