Our Old Man!
Our father made us to perfection,what we invent and overcome!
Brothers and sisters of his creations,gifted and sent for each one!
Each is a natural maze of senses
the eye sees!or feels!or the aromas!
or the screech of symphonies.
the taste teaches us when the lesson is over!
The 6th sense is when we leave the womb!
from paradises envelope,safely settled.
the 7th!is immense imaginations rooms!
8th!is mesmerization like a grotto!
9th!is the key to heaven or hell!
The opium of God lays inside,unreached!
Our wealth of brains only children tell!
Forever hoping for Mother and Fathers reach!
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