Where Are They?
By sidewinder
As you walk into Walmart see those children's faces missing in their families lives, Who were they? Some say... Who knows? Still... It matters, Why? For the sheltered love breathes in the air and pain screams even though smiles are pictured in the window of time, Speaking to those who would bear witness syllable by syllable, Where are they? May 13, 2001 Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 09:23 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"As you walk into Walmart..."