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Man Is Universal

i at my third world place always think about the modren world grace all things of loveone,s neeed no luxury but of need indeed when my children die of malnutration their grief brought me sheer frustration little children doing heavy jobs always set up a clock of sobs shalterless aged wandring around knock every door for butter and bread women living domestic animal life i can understand their strife all those issues brought me abroad i look at modren world with the eye of child ......to be continued

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Date: 2/24/2010 2:45:00 AM
so sad what children have to put up with
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