![]() Feature 23 - December 24, 2002 Dottie Perkins tragic, heartbreaking, the multitudes so dear. Horrified, I probed the deepest hollows of my soul; "Oh God," I cried out; unaware of the grevious toll. I wept, I prayed, as never before; I ached to reach out, to touch and much more. I love each one gone, each one left behind; beseeching the heavens, priorities redesigned. "Precious child, I too, weep today. Fall on your knees, my beloved, and pray. My arms hold your loved ones, close to my breast. America, cry out, I'll do the rest." |
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