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A Blind Eye
Just as there's sour in a lemon
and, that lemon makes a tart,
that is, after it's been baked,
but, before the "bite" does start;
just like milk comes in a bottle
and butter, in small cubes
you can turn a blind eye
but, we're going down the tubes.
Like the wind in fall, or autumn
embarrasses the tees,
by making all their "clothes" fall off
and, land around their knees;
I've seen good folks throw good money
after distinct, political "boobs";