The Spectacle

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    (Upon returning a pair of sunglasses to a lovely lady who dropped them.)

    To think! These glasses will embrace

    Her brow, her head, her lovely face!

    Would that I could spend all day

    Pressed to her countenance this way!

    Oh, unfeeling plastic glass

    That clingeth to this comely lass,

    I fain would put thee on the shelf

    And make a spectacle of myself!

    Bill Dowey