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The Other Edge of Life
By
John I. Blair
The other edge of life
Calls with a siren song
On days of halt and hurt
When hours are counted out in pills
And journeys in steps and stops.
The senses fade, along with sense.
Old friends pass away,
While places are just memories.
Only love and touch remain to sustain.
For my mother
(c)John I. Blair 2001
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