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A Blind Child Speaks (Other) by Grandma
I may not see the way you do
With eyes so bright and quick
But I know where flowers abound
And where the grass grows thick
I know if you are kinda little
And I know if you are tall
O I can see so many things
YOU may not see at all
I use my ears and hands for eyes
And make them see for me
I listen hard and gently touch
And thus it is I see
God must have a reason
For making me like this
Perhaps He meant for me to see
What other people miss!
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