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| Born To Be Unwanted Distance makes it easier to turn aside their pain. Innocent victims of malignant rage. Fragile little souls, shriveled with neglect. Beaten, bloodied bodies often too near death. Imagination can not capture, what sad creatures they are. Born to be unwanted; Tortured, betrayed and discarded by those entrusted with their keep. By: Graci copyright 2000 -- Lorrie Workman Return to Graci's poetry 2 |