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Our Youth |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
What happened to our youth, so young? Killing each other with a rifle, a gun! They all blame the others, Good Grief, where are their Mothers! I was raised with weapons in my house, the artillery stayed or it was our rouse. My heart aches for all involved with a child who put up a wall, A teen who hangs at the mall. Not making a call,just alone, without a dad. A silent cry, "Help me Mom, I'm bad." We all must pay attention, to those children always in detention. Not one should pass us by, for if we do many will cry; "Why didn't we try?" If you say-I don't have time, at least give others your dime. With your donations, prevent a robbery at a gas station. It's up to you what you do, "It was Who?" ------------------ Julie ------------------------- ..."to thine own self be true." >William Shakespeare |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thought provoking ------------------ "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Thanks Hoot. When I hear about a tragedy of a killing or someone badly injured due to another, I find myself wondering about the perpetrator, how they end up doing such unreal acts of violence. How they get past not being recognized for someone that needs help. ------------------ Julie ------------------------- ..."to thine own self be true." >William Shakespeare |
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