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The 5 Senses

We are your eyes through which you choose to see.
     Nothing or something; you can believe!

We are your ears through which you choose to hear.
    Nothing or something; we'll lead you there!

I am your nose through which you choose to smell
     Nothing or something; don't move, I'll tell.

I am your tongue through which you choose to taste
     Nothing or something; I'll discern the waste. 

I am your skin through which you choose to feel.
     Nothing or something; oh you are real!

     - Jeff Sadler

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