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An Ode to Ignorancesightless without glasses, I stare at my bare chest in the bathroom mirror like a tottering drunk ogling women at a bar. My vision is fuzzy, all lines and edges undefined, but I stand firmly positive that even with perfect vision, a rock-hard washboard stomach is indeed what I'd be seeing. I couldn't say if I'm right, mainly because I've never really had the urge to put on my glasses and see. all works on this page Copyright 2002 by Paul Ryan .
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