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		<title>By: Don MacIver, RPA, Writer, Editor, Author, Poet</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This took me back several years to a time I would sit next to my father before his passing. I would see the ravages of his elder years yet his posture always portrayed his dignity unwavering. Though our body may embellish the harnice of old age we shall forever live in the youth of younger days...]]></description>
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