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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. BY: Spencer Michael Free   POETRY MENU About Me & Family | Internet Friends & IRC Chat Poetry, Love Letters, Quotes | Health Topics & Fun Links Site Awards | FREE Backgrounds | E-Mail Back to Main Page