Dispensaries Poems - Poems about Dispensaries

...A corner has been turned A chapter has been burned A stipend has been earned — Was it by me? You can’t unearth a friend If he’s stuck in the deep end And he sure as hell cannot pretend He......

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...It's in the early hours of the morning when the sun is barely rising, distant clouds blush in their lavenders and pinks the seasons are changing, come round to this time of year, the fall of au......

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...Mother Teresa She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people... Always we remember the great news 'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.' It was one of the b......

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