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The Senses

The Senses

Is it really with our eyes we see?
Is it really with our ears we hear?
Is it really with our nose we smell?
Is it really with our tongue we taste?
Is it really with our hands we touch?

Too often our sight makes us blind,
Too often our hearing makes us deft,
Too often smell makes us sick,
Too often taste leaves us tricked,
Too often touch leaves us lost.

Deft, dumb, blind, lame
What a shame 
With all the senses we possess-
We obsess 
Over things that in the end don’t matter.

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