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[title] => WITHOUT LOVE WE DIE
[time] => 2006-05-07 11:36:36
[hometext] => This is a true story that took place in the 18th century.............
[bodytext] =>  WITHOUT LOVE WE DIE An orphanage south of France where all homeless children are given a chance. Years on end, the question could not be answered. Why? Oh Why? did their infants die? They had all their bases covered.  Each tiny crib lined against the North wall They were carefully feed, and never damp at all. Orphanages are always looking for more volunteers The Administrator was baffled, and shed tears. The nursery was scrubbed from top to bottom Yet, these little people never seemed to blossom. Although not sick, eventually they all seemed to die All, that is, but the one crib at the end, from it all seemed to survive. Without technology that could be applied today The nurses decided to take turns and watch the nursery on every shift, in every way. Nothing of significance seemed to show up. Meticulous observances still didn't seem to solve or shakeup! Then it suddenly happened at midnight The cleaning lady was seen scrubbing the floor with all her might. Scrubbing the floor from the door to the back She sat in a chair near the last crib, waiting for the floor to dry, energy lack. While seated the infant sensed her presence He awakened, and broke the silence. She picked him up, cuddled him, cooed songs in his wee ear. Like an infant sponge he was made to feel that he was truly dear. Their mystery in the nursery was solved. Causes for the nursery deaths were dissolved Volunteers came to love them more, and set their little souls aglow. It takes lots of love for little people to grow. A principle well known now, and will always apply.... Without love we die!  May 07,2006 *Warm Cuddly Smiles* [comments] => 6 [counter] => 413 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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