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Slum Hopes

The men didn’t sleep even after dark, clanging steel and creating sparks beneath moonlight working away at the shackled houses She stood in the room with her back to the empty window looking at the little feet protruding from the blankets like little fireflies, steadily glowing because they did not know. She guarded them. She listened and hoped the noises would not enter their dreams on this last night they had.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 11/20/2017 1:02:00 PM
An interesting write!
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Date: 1/3/2016 6:57:00 PM
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Date: 7/10/2010 12:19:00 AM
This is such a sad and haunting write Grace-- it actually comes across as very vivid to me...nikko :)
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Date: 7/9/2010 9:18:00 PM
good work, Grace...jmg
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Date: 7/7/2010 10:56:00 AM
The light comes when we least expect it at times, and it's so marvelous when it shines. This image of such a glorious moment is so touching. Great job! Joseph
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Date: 7/7/2010 4:18:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today Grace. I wish you the best always. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/6/2010 4:54:00 PM
Sad tear jerker...Good luck in the contest with excellent write that is a reminder to be thankful for life and gifts from above..Sara
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Date: 7/6/2010 3:29:00 PM
No no..can not enter a contest with I DON"T KNOW as a's FREE VERSE HUGS! please change dear....
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