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There is such depthless heroism

Missed

So many tears and wounds

That could be saved

So many fears and frustrations

Denied

When we take the simple

Quiet

Easy to miss

Subtle to see

Great to reward

Gift

If just one ear

Can

Listen.

 

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

 
 
 

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