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Dec 2020
You.had no teeth
Yet your smile
Shone like a
Crescent moon
No eyes youhad
But you saw
With your.heart
No money.you
had
But your soul
Was full of
Richness
No ears to hear
But you heard
From within
Raggedy clothes
Strewn about
Yet you were clothed
In beauty
Not understood
By all
A work of
Art
Carved from
The Master's
Bleeding hands
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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