Poor Little Dear
By RANDI JACOBSON | Published: January 20, 2011
Never a smile
Never a tear
No feeling at all
Poor little dear
Never felt loved
Never felt needed
No happiness at all
Poor little dear
A sharp little knife
A small unheard cry
Pain was inflicted
Poor little dear
The preacher preaches
By the open grave
Poor little dear
Chapter 1 - A picture of Caleb
By HANNAH WARD
Published: May 5, 2013
How did I get myself into this situation? "My little kicker." I cried, holding the squirming mess on my chest, the feeble cries made my heart ache but I couldn't bare to stop them. They told me that my baby was alive and well that I would get to keep
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