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         <title><![CDATA[Unconditional Love]]></title>
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         <description><![CDATA[A lonely mother's eyes cry out for help;
She watches, helpless, as her child's life is snuffed out like a candle.
The two evils outweighed the good;
The young boy's last breath was robbed last night while walking through their neighborhood.
Only thirteen, he had so much to live for;
"I'll be all right, Mom," he yelled as he shut the door.
Thinking she'd see her only child again;
She still worried, and soon heard herself say, "Amen."
A desperate prayer was ignored;
"Why did he die?&#160; Answer...]]></description>
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         <title><![CDATA[The Hidden Place]]></title>
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         <description><![CDATA[As I entered the building, I noticed flowers all around;
Roses, red and yellow, blanketed the ground.
People stood in little groups,
Some quiet, others softly speaking words;
I didn't understand what was happening;
Looking out the window,
I searched for the right words.
I saw my friend's parents
And I gathered the strength;
I was so nervous, I thought I would faint.
Words were exchanged, they were so kind;
My dear friend, I longed to find.
Her mom began crying
As I approached the hidden...]]></description>
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