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Apr 2017
There's times in life that seem so hard,
   those days and weeks that never end;
So few of us can stand the torture,
   not to break but only bend.

We fight the wars among few others,
    stand alone in times we're tried;
To find the strength, to win each battle,
    stand for peace we've been denied.

We don't lose hope, keep pressing on,
   for those few things we know are right;
Keep truly focused on the future,
   forging on to win this fight.

Now as we lay our body down,
   find our self as though it seems;
Finally find that piece we longed for,
   restful sleep and peaceful dreams.
Kenny Whiting
Written by
Kenny Whiting  Battle Creek, Mi
(Battle Creek, Mi)   
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