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Compassion

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A beggar in the street I saw,
Who held a hand like withered claw,
As cold as clay;
But as I had no silver groat
To give, I buttoned up my coat
And turned away.

And then I watched a working wife
Who bore the bitter load of life
With lagging limb;
A penny from her purse she took,
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Hans Vr 11 August 2011
Touching the core of my heart. I hope many people read this wonderful piece. I wish I could write something like this.
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Marilyn Lott 11 August 2007
What a wonderful message written in such a delicious style! Marilyn
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