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A poem by Jacinta Wick I saw you, Thou are not invisible, With all thy presence here, My hand holds you. Unrest, turmoil, Strife of tongue, But I am still loyal, With much to do, That is already done. Every act is to save, To set thy life in order, Despite the chaos, I see you. In all aspects I come, To thee I run. Not one hair left alone,…
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