The Reason Why
By GC SMITH
I think I know.
You don’t, oh no.
I’m sure I do.
Un-uh, not you.
You’re sure I don’t?
As sure can be.
But why not me?
‘cause you can’t see.
But I can hear.
Oh no my dear.
It’s all so clear.
To your tin ear?
I’ll know through taste.
Now there's a waste.
No, I can lick.
Won’t do the trick.
But I can smell.
I say like hell.
Yeah, I’ll sniff.
Catch not a whiff.
My sense of feel.
Is far from real.
But if I touch.
That wont be much.
Why not I cry?
You don’t know why?
I’ve not a clue?
You’re dumb, that’s you.
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