Daniel N. Flanagan Writing

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Posted on February 10, 2014 at 1:40 AM



When I was a kid, I got glasses.

I chose not to wear them though.

I did not want to see the world as it truly was.

Did not want to see who was reflected

          in the mirror.

My pockmarked friends;

Every broad looked flawed,


I hid them in my cluttered closet,

And I rejoiced, reveling in

The life, God intended me to witness.


Originally published by 50-Word Stories on 02/09/14.


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Reply Kevin Wells
10:08 AM on November 5, 2022 
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