The measure


The measure

Analyze silly things

Important items no interest

Call for sunny skies

Bring many to smile

Cool winds many curse the place they live

Learned for some hard times mean lean goals

Metrics or inches

Just estimate

Is anyone really counting?

Older seem to measure the years gone by

Young just guess what the years will bring

Lots of us think back and wish a ruler or scale would have been nice

All in all others do take the lengths of others

Compare only for giggles

While trimming the perfect lawn

Boredom or thinking yeah I know the measure

Too bad your measurements aren’t even close

The measure


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