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A ball is a circle,
A treasure waits inside,
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[by T. T. Panto]
Hugs to all the Children Of Creation

Teach the children to Love the world
Please

Somewhere near Bagdad is the answer to a prayer.
A Child.
Huddled in a corner, shaking in fear as planes go by.
Sounds of crying and pain surround,
Flashes and fire. Brightness fading away...
As blood pours from his veins,
The darkness of his dying fills his eyes.
Silenced.
The answer to a prayer,
Denied.