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The smiles of my childrenTomorrow is a new day and so soon the morning revealing that once more I'll be here on my own and the hours of torment the night held me breathless could bring me no closer to feeling alone… the walls hold no echoes now my children have left me and the light in the hallway casts no shadows at all the sound on the TV now seems distorted from memory and the smiles of my children, sometimes hard to recall… time will repeat each new day arising and at each sunset I'll await till the new dawn appears for tomorrow there's hope before the sun rises that the smiles of my children will never know of tears. Vote for this poem
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