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HE WAS PIERCED FOR ME

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©   A babe so soft, a child so sweet, lay on a bed of hay, His mom looked at the dimpled hands and counted fingers at play. His hands would grow with bruises and scuffs as children so often … Continue reading

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