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My Words, My Hand
Wealth is empty, love is fickle;
Gold is the friendship I give -
Prayers, though subtle
From this heart, receive!
Life is but once, so I stand
My chance is only Now,
Take my words and my hand -
Be blessed with peace, somehow.
poem
by
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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