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Roger,
Here is a poem for you.
The Human touch-
"Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart,
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice sing on in the soul alway.
If we give love and sympathy
Even to those whp hate us
We fill them so with mystery
They know not how to rate us.
-Helen King-
Aaron and Kathy
simikathy.com
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