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To reach out and feel
And tell what is real Is part of who I am To live I must touch In touching the letters On the keys of the keyboard I write, I compose I reveal my true soul Someone in there is me And only with touch can I see To become more of who I am And bring some sanity Out from my heart I must touch what is mine And run my fingers through The fabric of my life Copyright © 2005 by Karen M. Crump
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