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AugPoWriMo 3

In these waning days 
when I might claim the age of
forty two let me

say without a doubt
there is something to be said
for a number to impart

the answer to life
the universe and everything
a collection of cells

congregating in
the semblance of a response
smiling tongues ululate

knowing ‘I love you’
is what we were meant to say
recognizing faces

as who we once were
who we may one day hope to be

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher