Another offering of my teen-age rambling attempts at poetry:
'Sighted Blindness'
I don't want to look for devils
in the angels that come to my door,
but when my eyes are blinded by beauty
I trust them all the more.
I invite them in and they come round,
eat my food and sprawl around.
I say 'Yes' they can borrow a record or two,
only now I notice they've taken a few.
More fool me, will I ever learn
that true friends take years to earn.
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