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Mythical Beast Poem
Red as a sun,
My eyes were almost done for,
They hopped around on the bathroom counter,
They wouldn't stay in my eyes,
The contacts were trying to kill me.
The wasted my solution,
They dirtied my mirror,
I heard a sound in my ear,
And there-
There they were,
Inside the package,
Were the teary eyed,
Crystal clear,
Contacts were.
Contacts