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From the eyes of the mother, our pains break free

With out of service fathers, like paths were meant to meet.

On a cold and dreary day not unlike tomorrow

With strength, kindness, and shamed perseverance

The future carries less of our sorrows.

Tamuriel L. Dillard

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