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Feb 2019
One, two, three, four,
We all have them
Count once more
Two arms, legs,
Hands, feet,
So we can run, wave, greet
Not all are lucky
Some have one lost
Or even two or three
Lost in war
Born with a disability
So when you see a limbless person
Don’t look down upon them
Help them if they need
Embrace their stories
See the people
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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