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Oct 2018
Playing in the front yard
As happy as can be
When their snatched away from their family
Held captive against their will
So many emotions, don’t know what to feel
Oh so young, innocent ones
Sold for money, no more fun
Amber alerts going off one by one
These scenes are alarming, daughters and sons
Being put through the ringer, will this ever be done?
Poor children being captured from having a life of fun...
I wrote this kind of as a continuance of the last poem I posted...
Ashly Kocher
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Ashly Kocher  39/F/Florida
(39/F/Florida)   
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