I can wake up in the morning
And walk down the stairs
Because I have feet which
Will carry me there.
I can watch television
Or read a good book
Because I have eyes which
Allow me to look.
I can speak to you
And hear your reply.
My ears catch your question.
My voice tells you why.
I can reach out and touch you,
And stroke your hair;
Let my fingertips tell you
Just how much I care.
These marvelous senses;
A joy to behold;
To take them for granted
Is callously cold.
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