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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Hold Them To Your Chest




No worry, all doors are unlocked.
A block where fireflies are not in jars,
A cell phone left outside, is returned.
Look into evil eyes with superpowers to transform.
Under your bed is a shield that bounces bullets.
Hold children to your chest,
give them strength
to face a sad world today.

Prayers for the many families changed by a gunman in Colorado.

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