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A dream worth a life


                        It was a warm cloudless night ,

                        Various cars came in and out.

                     but one specific  stayed inside.

                  When the hospital was at sight.

A woman  came out holding her belly,

 Even Though her belly was small, she gave birth, and a child’s cry it was all about

     Lied still in an incubator rested bide.

  With the child condition the woman was spite. Three months had pass.

 Then, good news gave Dr. Kelly and the woman's face brightened

   Safe and sound the child grew,

    and 17 years later she sits with Mr.Grubbs.

     Laughing and joking she makes this poem.

 Her dreams are yet to be profiled ,

 and refuses to be at the edge.

 With a cheerful personality she smiles to the world.

 Hoping that one day she gets to save lives Just like Dr.Kelly did before

   To be a nurse her dream is,

   and a nurse she will become.

 
 
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karenieto1
<div><span style="font-size:16px;">A Dream Worth A Life</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">It was a warm cloudless night&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Various cars came in and out,</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">but one specific car stayed inside.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">When the hospital was at sight,&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">a woman &nbsp;came out holding her belly,</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Even Though her belly was small, she gave birth, and a child&rsquo;s cry it was all about.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Lied still in an incubator rested bide.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">With the child condition the woman was spite. Three months had pass.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Then, good news gave Dr. Kelly and the woman&#39;s face brightened.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Safe and sound the child grew,</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">and 17 years later she sits with Mr.Grubbs.&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Laughing and joking she makes this poem.&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Her dreams are yet to be profiled&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">And refuses to be at the edge.&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">With a cheerful personality she smiles to the world.&nbsp;</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">Hoping that one day she gets to save lives Just like Dr.Kelly did before.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">&nbsp;To be a nurse her dream is</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-size:16px;">And a nurse she will become.</span></div><div>&nbsp;</div>

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