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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (92019)	12/25/2004 1:39:31 AM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Christmas This poem is from a book titled The Poetry of Gila Manchester The lighted window shows the room So warm and softly glowing, The tree so tall with twinkling lights And all the presents showing. While just outside a starving cat Stands shivering in the cold, And down the street a stray dog limps, So tired and sick and old. The baby monkey in the lab Lets out a cry of fear. The thing he thought was mother Shot out quills when he drew near. The car speeds by, the puppy cries And drags her broken leg. The beaver in the leghold trap Lifts pain-filled eyes that beg. How can we speak of peace on earth And know these things are so, And say they don't concern us And we ought to let them go? How can we think we have the right To torture needlessly, When all the time we know so well It shouldn't have to be. Come join with us at Christmas time And pledge ourselves anew. They need our help so badly, There's so much that we can do. Don't turn your back upon their pain Because it's hard to see. They have no other place to turn, They've only you and me. -- Gila Manchester articles.animalconcerns.org