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Aug 2010
No tales or horns here my friend

just a child's life cut to an end.

A child born a few days ago

and now into the ground they go.

A child who barely knew how to say

before the devil came it's "merry"way.

A child struck by the devil hard

whose cries and screams were heard from a far.

So while you think of the devil as the demon

maybe we should question who truly has no feeling.
Nannette Scott
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