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Why must I wake,
To this hideous face?
Next to others,
It seems out of place.
Why me, oh Lord, why me?
Why must I walk, with a burden?
Why must I carry this load?
A hunch on my back.
Why me, oh Lord, why me?
When people see me, on the streets,
Stones and insults,
They throw at me.
Why me, oh Lord, why me?
Why was I named "Quasimodo,"
Everyday I pray, For no more sorrow,
Please don't let me wake up,
To another tomorrow.
By: William Bonilla......10/30/02
*****To all who are a bit different then others,
All should be treated equally*****
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A powerful message here, well done.
Nancy
Enjoyed reading.
~E
This is a very strong and real message! thank you for penning it!
Hugs,
Maria
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William
Chrissie x