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Crippled by a serious deformity,
And imposed masterly inactivity,
Gloomed by utter poverty,
Many wail in anguishing adversity.

A waif, a forlorn wanderer,
A clueless shipwrecked brother,
A totteringly striding blind,
A helping hand is all they need!

Not for the riches, not for the power,
Not to revel in Heavenly pleasure,
But to them, my help, mirth shall bring,
Hence O cruel death! Hold back------

Hold back thy venomous sting,
Hold back thy venomous sting!
Hold back thy venomous sting!!    

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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