I am still in the lab
With my microscope;
Slides are many
With blood samples;
Colour is same
But in different groups;
That is the usual test result
But today,
I have some new samples
From all the continents;
The microscope gets bored
And my eyes wonder
To see the same features
On all the slides
No groups, nothing different!
That is the result of tears! ! !
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