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window
As I look out my window the sun that I see,
Comforts and sets this small child free.
The birds and insects, the sweet summer breeze,
drifting: the torments begin to cease.
As I look out my window,
The tormentor gone,
The child remembers abuse and scorn.
As we look out our window,
At birds and at flower,
My sweet child gives me the strength and the power
My child wont live that, ever to fret,
But the child in me, WILL NEVER FORGET!!!!!!
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jewel0265
1999
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