Some kinds of happiness
Are measured out in miles,
Driving down a highway road
With nothing much in mind.
Some tenderhearted emotions
Are measured out in waves,
Traveling from ear to ear
And spreading joyous tales.
Some ways of religion
Are measured out in heads,
Maybe in church on Sunday
Or rolling with the dead.
Some hopes of rebellion
Are measured out in lines,
A quill and parchment paper
Together with a rhyme.
Today we can stop
Words from a thinking mind
And rejoice, not realizing
The crime in the game.
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