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How blest are we
...........whose hands touch love
Digging through dark soil;
...........brushing aside worms of fear,
...........slugs of hate
To find tiny tendrils of hope
How blest are we
............who water the dreams,
Enrich life's surround;
............bring forth the vine,
.............fruit of trust,
To harvest blessings of love.
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From Life's a Bitch by GeoE
March 1992. Dedicated to "those who serve" for Soroptimist Women of Distinction
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