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Posted: 1/30/2008 2:06:52 AM | Hello Sophia Risen, sj365 and blue eyes. Great contributions! Poor old poetrylover seems to be doing all the heavy lifting here. As you can see, Diehard has started a fire here, but we need to spread the word! Would you all be so kind as to make reference to this thread on your profiles, and direct potential contributors here, at any opportunity you get. Thanks in advance, and God bless.
Terence
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Posted: 1/30/2008 5:28:06 AM | This is a poem about Cervical Cancer. Something I had to deal with at the age of 19. I contribute it here with Love and Hope!
Her "Virus of Sorts"
Told only "HPV"
results unvailed
"The Cancerous kind!"
as the toll started to show
Body, Mind, Heart & Soul
confused and blind
being told this & that
but no matter of facts
a "cure at hand"
giving 50/50 chance of Motherhood again?!
the procedure would be foul and long
weighing her options
giving into the "cure-cedure"
chances were taken
knowing motherhood forsaken
weeping, grieving
rejoicing to be alive
tak'n that chance
the sun did shine
20 yrs later
God Blessed her with a child!!
Mary
*Donated to the Poets Cancer Project
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Posted: 1/30/2008 8:29:32 AM | Her "Virus of Sorts"
Thank God dear Mary not only are you here on earth today,but also with your precious child Thank you so much for sharing your inspirational poem and giving others so much HOPE  | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 8:32:01 AM | It’s her spirit who fights
Past the fear and pain
Dry eyed facing another day
Another round
Poison pumping through the vein
That runs through the rivers
Of life.
Mother, daughter, sister, wife….
forged in this fragile body
through the deep fires of her soul.
Too many of us know
This journey.
She asks,
“Did I create this?
Am I holding some unresolved issue?
Did I expose myself to something,
Take the wrong drug,
Eat the wrong food,
Is it Karma…..
What can I do?”
A thousand different promises of cure
Blue painted tricksters
Snake oils and magic charms…
Nothing worked
Against this
This modern pestilence
This dark plague
This killer…
Cold fear grips the belly
And she asks
“How do I say goodbye to my daughter,
she’s not even twelve?”
There are no answers.
There is sharing of stories
Weaving of life
Caring, hoping.
Searching for answers
Together
As we heal the earth,
that embodies our home.
not sure how to do this????
donated to the poet cancer project
Ravincause
Jan 30/2008 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 10:50:50 AM | I walked the halls of the children’s cancer ward
Mostly alone in my thoughts
Hanging onto hope
The last thread of reality left
As I pulled that wagon in circles
Through empty corridors of my fear
With my precious cargo on board
There was more at stake than the I. V. pole
Hooked onto the back of the wagon
Beeping incessantly
A heartbeat connected to the emptiness of time
Which seemed irrelevant some how
My little imp wanted to continue the motion
Of movement so round and round we went
On our journey past rooms filled with teddy bears
And balloons and glowing faces with shiny heads
Stripped bare of curls and ribbons
Their dignity a flame which danced in the silence of dreams
Oblivious to the life threatening gusts of rising wind
That threatened to extinguish the candle burning
In the darkness
There was no way to explain to a two year old
Why she was there; why she was different
I choked each day as I watched them
Fill her body full of poison
Wondering where the line was drawn
Between humanity and compassion
Science and faith – a very thin invisible line
Wondering if I would know inside
When enough was enough
A mother just instinctively knows
That the well being of her child is more important than the
Selfishness, to want to go on fighting
For a lost cause, in the name of love
When that day finally did come
I was filled with the courage and strength
To demand that she was going home
It was not longer up to the wishes of the doctors
I just knew inside that she wanted to be home
Surrounded by those who loved her.
Donated to the poet cancer project
From a Loving Mother
Jan. 30/2008 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 11:44:31 AM | Have Faith........
Your poem touched the inner core of my heart and soul intensely,although very heartbreaking thank you autumn fantasy for sharing all that you have shared with us. God Bless You | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 1:35:11 PM | Thank you Ravincause for your poem very heartrending. Caring,hoping.
Searching for answers
Together
Words from your poem that
are very inspirational
TOGETHER we can all make a tremendous difference!
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Posted: 1/30/2008 1:48:24 PM | Incredible!!!!
Such a nice feeling to come back from out of Town and see these beautiful additions!
Please give us more lol
Tell your friends
The ball is rolling again...fantastic!!!!
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Posted: 1/30/2008 2:37:21 PM | You can't steal the twinkle from an eye,
It's there because it's where it belongs.
Though it may hide in a tear when they cry,
It comes back when the sadness is gone.
You can't take the heart from a person,
and stomp it into a cold lifeless stone.
Though it may slow it never will worsen,
you can break it, but it will beat on it's own.
You can't downplay the courage of a man,
no matter how grim his battles may be.
Though it may not go exactly as planned,
you can’t ever let him fall to his knees.
You can't always make things all better,
when someone you love loses hope.
But if you stand tall and join in together,
you can make it easier for them to cope.
You can’t always have the right answers,
and you may not say just the right words.
but a warm hand on a cold shoulder,
can give peace to a hero when he hurts.
You can bring out that beautiful twinkle,
when you put laughter into those sad eyes.
You can piece back together that heart,
if you show love in the words that you try.
You can draw back the courage when it fades,
by focusing on what has already been won.
Offer them warmth on their coldest of days,
Let your touch be as soothing as the sun.
You can make them feel stronger than ever,
by never letting them see any doubt.
Just stay close and try to keep them together,
you can help them to work it all out.
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Posted: 1/30/2008 3:02:03 PM | In my ear I heard her song
ringing clear
"Be strong"
You'll live long
in that song!
Mary
*Donated to the Poets Cancer Project
1-30-08 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 3:39:41 PM | Be still, my heart 1/25/07
thousand
mile
stare
gingerly you moved
thinning
silver
hair
I stood stunned
rooted
crushed
breathless
poise destroyed
shaking
welling
tears
image shimmered
drew
shuddered
breath
not my mother
tear
slid
silent
not my mother
radiation
ravaged
eyes
cancer therapy
how
she
died
chemotherapy
bones
defiance
grace
you were lovely
beautiful
struggling
soul
you go girl
LS
in memory of Lynda Lirot
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project
Jan 30/08 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 3:54:31 PM | Just stopping in , so very glad to see this thread still growing, tears fill my eyes as I read this poetry truly.
Brave are those that share their stories. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:08:00 PM | Poetry
A poem is....
words
rhymes
signs of
our times
brush strokes
in colors blue
unfaithful blokes
and lovers untrue
ladies of the night
fantasies of life
stars and moonlight
success and strife
dreams alack and alas
boldly painted on
the canvas
of life ...
there for
eternity!!!
Eyes Of A Child
Through the eyes of a child
the world is full of wonder
Through the eyes of a child
it’s sunshine, rain or thunder
Through the eyes of a child
life’s just an endless game
Through the eyes of a child
there’s only adults to blame
Through the eyes of a child
it’s schooldays and fun days
Through the eyes of a child
it’s fascinating always
Through the eyes of a child
it’s beach, buckets and sand
Through the eyes of a child
life’s so easy to understand
now what about us – you and me
where’s our eyes of a child
we live life so fast, never free
to take those eyes of a child
and quantify life to really see
letting imagination run wild
so take a break today, just be
lost in the eyes of a child …
SOUL
Close your eyes
see with your soul
close your ears
hear with your soul
close your mind
think with your soul
Your soul will see
when eyes are weak
Your soul will hear
voices of the meek
Your soul has answers
your mind doth seek
Remember your soul
it is the key to love
and love is the key
Embrace all love
within your soul
for your soul
is your foundation.
I have a dream
I have a dream
A greater man than I once said
And it rings true
In every book I have ever read
Without a dream
Nothing worthwhile was ever made
But in life it seems
Without a vision dreams must fade
Those Souls we meet
Who touch our lives and those we touch
Make our travels sweet
But without clear vision we don’t amount to much
This is our journey
As the mysteries of life we do unravel
’tis not the destination
that counts but how and why we travel.
Make your journey count
Reaching out a healing hand to all you meet
Lost souls are all around
Searching for meaning in life on every street
Some may never find
The truths you in your life hold in your heart
So always reach out
to those whose search needs a brand new start.
When this day ends
When this day ends
will dreams shatter?
When winds do bend
wish I knew the answer
from the beginning
to the final end.
When this day ends
and the sun does set
Will there be happiness
in hearts of those I’ve met
many suns have still to rise
on days in my life not seen yet
Wishing the days away
as this year closes out.
Am I standing on solid ground?
Will I move forward or turn about
Retrace my steps or leap ahead
To find that lover I am without.
When this day ends
how will the story run?
You and I no time had we
to enjoy our place in the sun.
When this day is tomorrow
will it end what had just begun?
To find destiny in this world...
what roads must I take?
Hold on to whatever lasts, but can
my heart withstand another break?
When love enters into my heart
and from life’s pleasures I partake
I’ve lived through days ending
in the somewhat distant past.
In sleepless dreams to haunt me...
ever seeking the love that lasts
what wonderment will still exist
when that final bend is fading fast
New hellos and final goodbyes
as each day passes the mile
of drinking mates and camaraderie …
will I be remembered once in a while
this simple stranger from down under
in his eyes just the hint of a smile.
When this day ends
will dreams shatter?
when winds do bend
wish I knew the answer
from the beginning
to the final end.
Jonathon
01/31/2008
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project*
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:10:35 PM | TOUCH MY HEART
Your gentle caress
Soft upon my skin
Your paralyzing eyes
Drawing me in
Your tantalizing smile
Arouses my passion
Your fears
Touch my compassion
Your tears
Touch my soul
Your love
Makes me whole
Your soulful gaze
Speaks a new start
Your sweet words
Touch my heart
Devotion
Your beauty is beyond compare
Your laughter, music to my ear
Your smile lights up every room
Your voice banishes any gloom
Your words bring joy to my days
Your touch delights in so many ways
Your lips on mine, fruit of the vine
Your heart I know is forever mine
Your face in a crowd is all I see
Your poise and charm, your reality
Your grace soothes my every thought
Your strength gives me such comfort
Your pure love makes me whole
Your eyes, windows to your soul
Your soul is my inspiration
Needs no further explanation
In my heart you’ll forever be
You are what love means to me.
A Lover's Promise
I will never walk in front of you
and try to lead you on paths unbroken
I will never walk behind you
pushing you into dangers left unspoken
I will walk beside you
giving you my hand to hold when you need it
my arms to comfort you in stressful times
my shoulder to lean on in a turbulent minute
my words to soothe your soul with loving rhymes
my gentle touch to caress your body in every way
putting warmth in your heart with love so true
my lips to gently kiss yours every night and day
my life, my love, my all, I will gladly share with you.
Queen of Clowns
Angels dance under starlight
Devils come out to play at night
In music and wine my tears fall down
For I am the Queen of Clowns
I’m bruised and too weak to fight
Nothing you can do to make it right
I’m crying through tear stained frowns
But I’m still the Queen of Clowns
Poets clashing in threads all so underhand
Inflicting pain … no gain I cannot understand
It’s rife across the nation’s cities and towns
But I’m still the Queen of Clowns
Well I've shown them that I just don't care
I'm tired of throwing punches in the air
With my sisters we party in our pretty gowns
To show I’m the Queen of Clowns
So let me be alone I don’t give a damn
Cos you can't change the way I am
In time I will have my celestial crowns
Cos I’ll always be the Queen of Clowns
Jonathon
01/31/2008
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project* | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:13:01 PM | One given to me by a close friend during a darker time
in my life that always reminds me of the beauty of those
close trusted friendships that stand the test of time and
remain true throughout all of life's ups and downs.
She is happy to donate this to the publication.
Good night
Tis time to say goodnight my friend
For this long day is at an end
So close your eyes and dream away
Of hopes to come in a brand new day
Dream of magical wondrous things
Dream of joy that the skylark sings
Dream of treasures that you hold dear
Dream of the loved ones, you keep near
Dream of bliss into which life springs
Dream of a mystical love on wings
Dream of the joys that bring you cheer
Dream of the voice of love you hear
Rosemary Bumby 10/7/2004
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project*
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:29:44 PM | then and now
I remember looking
at your baby shoes,
why yours were white
and mine were brown.
I remember fighting
over the last spoon of jam,
you always won
because you were the oldest.
I remember waiting
for the bathroom,
every single morning,
how painful that was!
I remember tying
your shoelaces together,
and laughing so hard
when you tripped.
I remember your first boyfriend,
and how I'd snicker when
he tried to kiss you,
and you got so red!
I remember your graduation
and all the times in between,
the sibling rivalry
was alive and well!
I remember your wedding Sis
as I watched you
walk down the isle,
I was so proud!
I remember the births,
of your children
Wow! I was an uncle Sis,
just brimming with joy.
I remember when
you divorced that loser!
and how I wanted
to do him harm!
We cried so many tears
together and apart,
as children, as teens
and now adults.
And now the tears are flowing,
even more than ever before,
as you begin the battle
the biggest of your life.
Being your big brother,
and protecting you all the way,
but this is the only time,
I can't keep you safe.
For my sister, Sharon, diagnosed with cancer January 25th, 2008.
donated by Mandrake...poets cancer project....January 30, 2008 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:33:50 PM | Don't Lose Hope
If spring follows winter,
bringing flowers to gardens fine
If a rainbow follows the storm
with promise of bright sunshine
If morning follows the night
then happiness must follow sorrow
and all wrongs will be made right
as we gather strength to live tomorrow
So when you get to the end of your rope
remember all these words to the letter
Don't lose hope.
Things will get better!
Love took up the glass of time
Love took up the glass of time
And turned it in his glowing hands,
Giving us perfect freedom
To share life without demands
Together we have drunk from
That bubbling glass of time,
And it is not yet drained
Of love and laughter sublime
Tonite as you fall asleep
And drift into a land of dreams,
May the confusions in your mind
Melt into laughing moonbeams.
Perhaps when you are dreaming
And the light of memory beams,
All our happy times are mirrored
In the river of your dreams.
Yesterday's Rain
Left my tears behind
In yesterday's rain
Left my fears behind
In yesterday's rain
Left those storms behind
In yesterday's rain
Tears cleansed my mind
In yesterday's rain
Now in today's bright sun
I can lose my pain
New life has just begun
So much more to gain
Love can be so unkind
Many times I've been burned
But each time I surely find
Golden lessons were learned
There’s no need to stay and fight
I can leave all thoughts of sorrow
As I move forward into the light
of all the beauty in my tomorrow.
Seasons of Love
Autumn
leaves falling
new love calling
will it ever be
one for me
or just one more
memory stored ...
Winter
snow falling
new love calling
or one so old
growing cold
stoke the fire
getting tired ...
Spring
rains falling
new love calling
flowers blooming
heartache looming
break up pain
send the rain ...
Summer
sun shining
not pining
for lost love
blue sky above
life is divine
summer wine ...
Gentle Rhymes
Through all our heartaches
lost love and foolish mistakes
we find so much to gain
in feeling our pain
rhyming it all in poetry
to gently set ourselves free …
Soon To Be
In the heavens above
A choir of Angels sings
Of life and joy and love
Sending many blessings
On your new life
Of magical love
Free from strife
Under stars above
Frolicking in the sun
Free as a summer breeze
Two hearts beat as one
With such infinite ease
No words are coined
For your love of life
Soon to be joined
As Man and Wife.
Mothers
Tears come so easily
to a mother's eyes
as with love, you see,
for the world she cries,
tears of joy
tears of grief
tears of pain
is there no relief
for suffering and heartache
in this life of give and take,
where in more joyful times
her heart sang gentler rhymes
as new life to earth
she gave birth ...
Today I say a prayer
For mothers everywhere
Without them where would we be?
As for all mankind they care
And so often shed a tear,
Without them we would not be.
Love is Divine
This Love
is my love
This Love
is your love
This Love
knows no borders
This Love
takes divine orders
This Love
is here forever
This Love
fails us never
This Love
has no beginning
This Love
has no ending
This Love
belongs to us
without sin
and within
This Love
we can trust
given this
from up above
for it is
God's Love.
INTROVERT REFLECTION
Sometimes I wonder
where is my life taking me
through mountains and rocky streams.
In quiet meditation
solitary contemplation
facets of life never what it seems
experiences are sent to teach me
I feel Angels reaching out to set me free
yet still I withdraw and retreat into dreams
Country music plays on my stereo
Words spill from my pen again and again
rambling thoughts inside a mind that screams
Then one rainy day
a man passed my way
dropping these words to me, in his eye a gleam
"One thing is for sure," he said
"man will never realize his destiny
unless he wakes from his dream."
Jonathon Ross
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project* | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:41:07 PM | So often in time it happens, we all live our life in chains,
and we never even know we have the key. --The Eagles
Dark moments of life
Seem so full of strife
Time out we need
For our hearts to bleed
With chaos all around
No peace to be found
Jumbled thoughts in mind
Tumbled memories find
Us counting the cost
Of what we’ve lost
Hearts filled with sorrow
Cannot see our tomorrow
Still bound up in yesterday
We find no solace in today
Living our lives in chains
Our future all that remains
Until we find that elusive key
… take comfort from what yet will be...
Jonathon Ross
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project* | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 4:44:14 PM | We're blood,
we're kin,
through thick
or thin,
we'll stand
and fight,
in day
or night,
to just give in
is a mortal sin,
we'll laugh
and cry,
and even
ask why,
but win you will,
fight, fight, fight!
dedicated to my sister, Sharon
by Mandrake, poets cancer project....January 30, 2008 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 5:07:34 PM | In longing glances,
mirrored by liquid
tears of love,
locking her image
forever,
in a sea
of tranquility,
and wrapped her
gently in his arms,
falling into a deep,
deep sleep,
together, united,
floating on the wings
of their love.
Something a little different for this cause
dedicated to my Sister Sharon, who is fighting cancer now
donated by Mandrake for Poets Cancer Project....January 30, 2008 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 5:29:59 PM | TIME
lost in the gathering shadows
silence broken by the ticking of the clock
that hangs against royal blue wallpaper
adjacent a gold framed picture
of a dear friend who passed away a long time ago
I extend my arm and my hand reaches
the lamp on the nightstand
light brightens the darkness of my bedroom
my eyes gaze at her picture
an abundance of memories
flood my mind
one of the most important things to her I had forgotten was time
I looked at the clock watching the hands of time
each second
each minute
passed by so quickly
a light switched on inside of my head
realizing how precious time really is
something I lost some time ago
guilt set in my being
of all the lost time
I spent on self-pity time I took for granted
time I wasted
It's not too late I still have time
and I plan to spend it with plenty of
laughter,singing,dancing,exploring,
spending more time with family and friends
loving,caring,sharing,
living
time so precious never to be wasted again
for I do not know when my time on this earth is up
dedicated to my dear friend Debbie
poetlover59
*Donated to the Poets Cancer project
Jan 30th/08 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 5:33:08 PM | sitting here with the breeze in my face and the cat doing the same in the window
while the dogs are outside still barking at shadows
the kids are settled in and I begin to reflect
on a person I took for granted
didn't know that she wasn't permanent
she was about my age when she passed away
pink heart shaped stone that didn't need engraved
she exercised and took care of herself
but she smoked salems between situps
I doubt that had anything to do with it
she never had more than a glass of wine and took vitamins
the perfect specimen of a woman
radical mastectomy back in the seventies
things are different nowdays
she wouldn't even take pain medication
and to all of you who are approaching your middle age
try to live long enough to pull your teenager from the rave
quit smoking and you'll get one more dance
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Posted: 1/30/2008 6:58:10 PM | \\THE POWER OF A TRUE FRIEND//
You are the best assett I could own,
The friend who doesnt let me feel I am alone
You help me walk the straight and narrow,
you tell me be an eagle not the sparrow,
You give me your shoulder on which i may cry,
Then dust me down and tell me i must really try,
That sometimes into gale force winds i must lean,
Because sometimes life can be very very mean,
Your smile is one of your many many treasures,
And to have you in my life is a priceless pleasure,,
Only you can make me laugh when i am down,
You just know when to clown around,
You give your love with no strings attached,
It was the angels who had us matched,
thankyou my very special friend,
On who in this life I can depend.
by jeanie
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MY SOUL
My soul is not a pebble on the beach,
Its something very special that lives within reach,
It lives on sacred promises I will always hold,
To what is very precious without being told,
From my eyes shines its eternal light,
And I pray it will always burn so bright,
my heart beside it beats,
It doesnt let me from life retreat,
It is the shadow of my true self,
And moniters the welfare of my eternal health,
So if my soul you do just glimpse,
Thru tears of love that wont rinse,
The true essence of my inner being
you are truelly seeing
\\ ME //
by jeanie
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I open very softly my book of dreams,
My life before me rises of its open pages,
I walk very gently thru the stages,
Thoughts of happieness and love to cherish,
Times of enless strife that nearly saw me perish,
It shows the beautifull memories to which I hold,
I see the scars that dont let my soul unfold,
I see the essence of being me,
Sometimes a very tortured tree,
I feel the power of GOD given love,
Sent to me by a spirtual dove,
I see my courage grow,
And I am truelly loved I know,
It tells my needs thru out the ages,
all are encased between its golden pages,
Dusted with my tears and love,
Its a beautifull gift from the one above,
What is my life but a book of dreams.
bye jeanie.
all above poems donated to cancer poems, in memory of those I have lost to cancer and to the friends that fight the brave fight today,GOD bless you and may your book be a worlds best seller,sign me up for a copy//jeanie | |
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Posted: 1/30/2008 7:00:12 PM | then and now
Dear Mandrake tears have flooded my eyes reading your heartbreaking poem. The battle has just begun there is hope. A friend of mine survived cancer ,which struck him back in 1999-2002 and he is fine today. I wrote a poem about Brent in this thread. There are many survivors my dear.Please do not give up hope my dear friend and God be with you and especially your precious sister Sharon | |
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