from dawn to dusk.
Words of love and hope,
for everyone to read.
Words of comfort,
for a life to lead.
Some will learn a lesson,
while others will ignore the thoughts.
Some will cry with joy, and others will not.
Each will gain something,
at least that is what is hoped,
and some will gain more,
inspiring them to carry on,
to inspire others to follow.
(7 October 2007)
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