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| Alone again, a widow yearning for human touch, a pat on the back, a welcome hug, a quick kiss on the cheek Even a hand to help me step from the curb. I hate to shop alone but As they walked by sheer And then I saw a precious, I saw and my spirit was touched. |
| -- Bernice Root |
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