As you begin another Decade of your life,
The sharpness of your senses May cause some undue strife. This unused box of presents Will put you to the test, As you determine thoughtfully Which senses are working best. Five gifts will need attention From your valuable sense of sight, For they serve as a reminder of those teams of greatest might. The Giants tin of popcorn And the Yankee license Plate Will keep your eyes attuned To the Teams of highest rate Two gifts will cater deliciously to your sample sense of taste. There's plenty to go around so none will go to waste The Giant tin of popcorn May be shared with every pal, But the luscious malted milk balls Are just for you and your pal. Some say that humans' hearing Is the very first sense to go But you'll hear these shiny wind chimes 'When the gentle breezes blow. Your perceptive sense of smell Will experience some delights, As you burn the provocative incense On those quiet and restful nights. You've opened all the packages And you have gotten much. But, alas have we forgotten The last --the sense of touch? No, don't you long despair For we wouldn't let you miss The touch upon your lips Of a warm and tender kiss. 
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