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LONELY CHILD
A LITTLE GIRL STANDS THERE ALONE,
GAZING, HOPING, PRAYING
AT THE WINDOWS OF AN ORPHANAGE HOME
SHE DOES NOT FEEL LIKE PLAYING.
SHE STANDS A WATCH FOR SOMEONE DEAR,
A COMFORTING LOVE SHE NEEDS.
OF MOTHER OR OF SOMEONE NEAR.
BUT, NOONE HEARS HER PLEAS.
OH GOD! WHY IS THERE LONELINESS,
FOR LITTLE ONES TO BEAR?
A LONGING DEEP WITHIN THEIR HEARTS,
AND NOONE THERE TO CARE?
By Clara Scarberry
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