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I dreaded to lift the quilt from my head

to peek from the covers, I'd cower instead

tears ceased to fall, though I felt strange

Thinking through thoughts of those in my range

Bones shaking as I thought aloud

Sipping water, a shivering shroud

Mangled clothing, slept in and worn

If only God could help me, now I'm torn.