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We can measure, almost everything,
Ever the speed of light,
From the smallest particle of sand,
To buildings, that rise to the heights,
Even the temperature, or moisture in the air,
The size of our shoes, when we buy A pair,
To the meters in cabs, that regulate our fare.

There are things in life, we can not scale or weigh,
The enjoyment, we get watching the sun set, across the bay,
A friendship that last, with memories that stay,
We can not measure, how long we will live, until the end,
Or the trust we have, between our friends,
Not even the thoughts, that come and go, in our mind,
Or the amount of love, we receive, our give, during this life time.


                                           Tom Maxwell copyright 5/31/2003 AD
John McCafferty May 2020
If you focus on the pain
Mild sore aches or strain
Does it fade away
Enough for long as
sun does with shade

Measurements of mixed context

The more we sit inside
Idle minded led astray
Nature's chemistry in flux
Diametrically perplexed
Medication stimulating parts of the brain
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Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
Every person
Who knows
Distance is measured
In miles
Why haven't
Yet ponder
How closeness is measured?

"In smile"
My dear
Genre: Observational
Theme: Feel it

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