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Little BirdA Poem by Adam M. SnowDoes the little bird not know sorrow? It drifts alone in the open air, untouched by either blue of the ocean or the sky above; untouched by the bloods.. |
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Let Me ChooseA Poem by ayejodieI am waiting for them to ask.So patiently, I'm sitting still.I wipe away the remainder of my tears,With the torn sleeves of my uniform.I am still wait.. |
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The liberal guide to reducing abortion.A Story by YeshuaRedeemedIt is time for prolifers to become liberal. |
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Voice of the AbortedA Poem by Adam M. SnowMomma, momma Can't you hear me crying?... They cut me up yet you're denying The life that could have been. |
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