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THE SPASTIC CHILD AND US
There…
A body so perfect in stance and cast in a rhythmic die, the yielding eyes and the full hips encompassed in an alluring dew drop. But why did you miss the shudder that permeates the maiden's heart?
A perfect line from a perfect quill- words glazed with imitable splendor, as far reaching ripples trace a rich carpet of fresh creativity. But why did you miss the shiver that rose forth from the poet's heart?
But here...
Limbs mangled in a spastic curse and mind locked in a time warp, scalding every loving heart with innocent tears that spell despair. But why did you miss the twinkle in the kid’s eye that rivaled a million stars?
A twinkle, A glimmer, A smile, A hug, is after all the beginning of hope.
Never to be missed. ~Ben Young~
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