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Halloween has come and gone But some haunting will linger on El dia day has passed on, too But like the ghosts still passing through The seen and unseen in between The last scene last seen now has, too We're counting each trip 'round the sun From the day where we've begun Our paltry trip around this orb Delighting in what we absorb But counting is a trick of man Presuming each click measures span Of something that's of great import That turns the time into a sport And in the greater game some know The clock we consult here below Is an invention we hold dear Which only counts in this small sphere Not deserving of real mention Is our cosmology convention The Cosmos doesn't count, just is Not bothered by some fleeting whiz Or sweep of hand… no passing man Will count in all that really IS
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