I got a stye,
In my eye.
Alas. I can't deny.
Feels like a fly,
Sitting on my eye.
All I can do is lie,
Or sigh.
Oh my.
I want to die.
I see through my window a guy,
Getting high.
An Ode To The Stye.
Updated: Jun 23, 2020
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See AllO Sleep! Why thou escape mine eyes I seek thee Come hither, So yond I fallenth into an oblivion Free from the w'rldly w'rries.
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