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I Can Hear Their Cries

I wasn't born yet And yet I can feel their suffering And hear their cries They were deprieved From their childhood They got thrown out From their own homes They were forced to moved out Against their own will Usually were your umbilicord is buried That is where you belong But it was taken away from them I have heard their story It is the most sad and painful one They said they were living Like a bird... ...but now they are living Like a hurtful bird Their stories bring tears to my eyes It is like watching a sad movie And yet it is like I have lived it

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Date: 8/19/2009 2:51:00 AM
Dear Shirley thanks for your nice comments,I enjoyed vreading this poem....So very true.God Bless Prince.
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Date: 7/29/2009 10:11:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your splendid poetry with us today Shirley. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/28/2009 11:25:00 AM
Enjoyed this poetry here, well written and I also enjoyed the story you told as well. Enjoy your day.
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