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I wanted to share with you some poetry that has been my favorite since the age of ten This poem was special because I rarely experienced  touch growing up that was connected with love or joy. This poem says it all:

The Human Touch

‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

Found on Google-+ on 1-28-15.  By Inge Rendering.

Found on Google+ on 1-28-15. By Inge Rendering.

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 always.

 Spencer Michael Free  

Yu/stan/kema  

 

 

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