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  • Bruised

    Twenty young childrenSat in the bright-lit classroom,Their soft cheeks lifted highPink and red they bloom.But poor little RahniSat away from all the rest,Her blue eyes downcastAnd arms folded across h

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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
— John Donne