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The Orphan

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My father and mother are dead,
Nor friend, nor relation I know;
And now the cold earth is their bed,
And daisies will over them grow.

I cast my eyes into the tomb,
The sight made me bitterly cry;
I said, "And is this the dark room,
Where my father and mother must lie?"
I cast my eyes round me again,
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Dr Antony Theodore 02 November 2020
I cast my eyes up to the sky, I groan'd, though I said not a word; Yet GOD was not deaf to my cry, The Friend of the fatherless heard. Very nice poem full of emotion. tony
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Mitt Beeb 02 March 2017
HAHA DAS A FUUNAY STORAY BUDDAY MAKE ME TINGLE lolol
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Shirley Siriwardena 18 June 2016
Jane, Now it is our dear friends who will be our family. I know exactly what you say. This is part of life. Life is a mystery to be lived and perhaps not a mystery to be solved. - Shirley
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Oduro Bright Amoh 22 November 2015
This is a very touching poem. It really gets me anytime I read it
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Saide Hawthorne 19 September 2008
awesome.......... now i noe da value of our parents
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