The retina, a part of us
makes men observe, without a fuss
activities in all our lives
and the deerières of other's wives.
One hundred twenty million cells,
all sensitive to light, not smells,
reside inside a human eye.
And why so many? Don't know why!
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You just kill me sometimes. That trademark combination of wit, flow and food for thought.... t x