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A-B-CPR

Start with:         Airway, Breathing, Circulation,         easy as ABC they said.         Perhaps they meant                 clear my throat,                          slow my breathing,                                         check my pulse.                               I could have used                  the advice, but         there wasn’t time, for him.         Perhaps,   no.                His pleading eyes                will not fade in time,                              and his sand soiled body’s                last electric leap         seems to hover         still longer         with each         repetition.         His blue lips         still murmur         words         to me         from the         water. -BRD
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benjamin-davies
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Nov 22, 2010
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