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On Despair
Those who care must despair
A battle never to be won
If God truly sent his only son
Even he was not enough
When up against such brutal stuff
As the blood that fills our veins.
Best we work only for the smallest seed of hope,
For fear - despair will catch us - if we dare look back..
poem
by
Bill Grace
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