Sunday, October 15, 2017
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When pain first stole my morning walk, crippled limb and mind
All I could think was what I'd lost, how fate was so unkind
Then like a sunbeam in my heart, cutting through the gloom
a spark became a beacon, and poetry began to bloom
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7/18/2025 2:50:25 PM # 1.0.0
Disability gives pain. This gives crippled mind and limb and such activity provokes thought entirely. Rain stops in dropped canvas. Rewriting our conceptions, feather becoming blade. Brilliant and amazingly presented poem this is.10