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Love Is an Outreached Hand

Love ia an outreaching hand,
a friendly stranger that knows no boards.
Who vists those things that are pure
and greets all of us in the morning light.
It knows no names but demands the hert and nothing less.
Shinning through the blackened skies
that blind us and making us realize the important things.
Pointing us to the welcome mats of life's lessons.
Always ready, willing and waiting.
Love ia an outreaching hand!

By: Derick Ryan Pallotti
All Rights Reserved 2000.

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