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Jan 2020
A little boy looked up to the clouds
As the rain caressed his young face
Wishing for a shooting star
To appear during the day

For every one of his troubles
Seemed greater than the last
Yet for this young crusader
His worries would never last

He grew up to become the star
He hoped to see that day
That little impossible sign
That everything would be okay
Hope is key in the darkest of moments.
Written by
S T Mont
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