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A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Smog may be an atrocious bother in our daily living. Embezzlers may run off with money not their own. The rich may all get richer as the poor languish behind. Diabetes may be incurable and challenge the appetite. Our world has many problems for solutions to be found. Rev. Saundra L. Washington, is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries, http://www.clergyservices4u.org. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow, Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances, Homilies that Teach.
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