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About This Poem
Giving Thanks
Great is the need for the multitude
In their hour of pain of great solitude
Voices seem to come from everywhere
In their hearts time seems to be despair
Never grasping the reality of grace
Given by many for the human race
Those that don’t seem to notice kindness
Having seen it every day of their existence
And they seem to struggle each day
Not giving thanks and gentleness away
Knowing that there are many that need
Some thanks that we can give indeed
Entrant into Kim Merryman's "Counting Your Blessings" contest
11/12/2012
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