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Aug 2016
Sadness overtakes you,
But that isn’t the thing that breaks you.
It’s the disappointment that fills the space.
In your heart called disgrace.
Victory was in your hands, but it slipped.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick.
But with loss comes opportunity.
Another way to help the community.
By Chara Ward©
Chara-Ruth Ward
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Chara-Ruth Ward
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