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Every second counts, when you are feeding souls.
Whether with kindness, laughter or food in bowls.

They’re innumerable…the ways we nurture.
It’s each ounce we spend mitigating torture.

Yes, even the softest of touches still counts.
Wither shielding or leading life’s marching bounce.

Each new rise & fall offers chances to soothe.
For the course of love nor life ne’er did run smooth.

If you miss one, don’t fret, the next is coming.
Serve your attention & avoid all numbing.