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Dec 2020
Wide swings the door with the rusted old lock
That holds my memories of outfields and headrests
When we were but children, we saw life through a window
With sunlight spilling into a quiet childhood bedroom

Give me cause
And a childlike mind
A love that makes your heart smile
And a heart that finds joy in being kind
We are God's children.
Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
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   Jeremy Stacy
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