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Mile stones used to stand near my home,

Numbered on a flat-faced side. [1]

They told travelers how far they had come,

Or, if close to the end of their ride –

And the mile stones never lied.


February marks my own miles,

Marks the years of life since birth.

Fantastic memories fill bulging files,

Mind pictures spectrum: from tears to mirth,

Thank God for my years on earth.

                 – eab, Feb.‘93

[1] Along US 22 between Somerset & Rushville, OH

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