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By John I. Blair

When I remember my Aunt Madge
I think of horehound candy;
She always kept it in her kitchen
And gradually persuaded me to savor
That strange herbal flavor.

After I learned to like horehound
Madge helped me with a harder feat,
A truer test for a daring soul:
Not to judge the folk I meet
Until Iíve tried them more than once.

Peacemakers in this world are blessed,
And Aunt Madge won her star;
For all her life she always taught
That love was more important far
Than any difference of belief.

©2003 John I. Blair

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