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Food For the Soul

A child may be very well fed, but if she is deprived of love, she will go hungry to her bed as she cries to the Lord above. This hunger, not often heard of, is as real as a lack of food, when love has managed to elude. Pity the poor, mother-less child on whom misfortune has been piled. When you see her sitting alone you may feel a stab of concern unless you have a heart of stone. You will stay and try to discern and feel sympathy when you learn this child has been deprived from the very first hour she arrived on this inhospitable Earth. Without love she hasn’t thrived for her mother died at her birth.

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Date: 9/8/2011 8:35:00 AM
Stopping by your excellent poetry today to thank you for your always kind comments on mine Joyce. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/7/2011 5:24:00 PM
Joyce: Good luck with your entry in the “Dizain” poetry contest as Dr. Ram Mehta judges. CR
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