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Jan 2021
Never tell me that Man is without righteousness! When a brother gives away his treasured toy to help heal his weakened sister.
When a daughter lends her hand to help her brother.
When a Mother gives her very life to feed her children.
Never tell me the hour of Men is gone.
I’ve seen it and I cry with it.
Who dares say it? Who dares say we have lost? The gone and apathetic do. Come now and be found.
Join me and we will never be lost even in death  we will not taste of it.
evil will for it is their only food.
Written by
L T Caulfield  M/New York
(M/New York)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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