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The following poem was written to me by my dear friend and fellow business associate, Evelyn.
well, here it is and I hope you approve.
This is came to me as I though of the suffering
you endured and the wonderful,loving person you have become.
Childhood Lost
A tiny child
lay sleeping restlessly
in her little bed.
For fear of abuse
past and future fills
her dreams will nightmares.
How could this
happen to such a child
so precious and innocent?
Could I take some of
your pain by giving
loving tribute?
Oh friend of mine
my words do come
to comfort you.
For all you've suffered
stands as a tribute to
the woman you've become.
Childhood may be lost,
but reclaim it now by
setting your inner child free.
Evie
4/6/01
for Janet
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