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The Inspiration

A child is born in the city slums
Son of working class parents
Nothing ever comes easy and life is hard
The poor little boy laments

But deep in his heart
Right from the start
There was always a reason
He held an inspiration

The boy worked hard, yet, still he found
The time to learn or read
He read to find some spiritual base
To fill his growing need

Still, deep in his heart
Right from the start
There was always a reason
He held an inspiration

poem by Wakefield Mahon
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