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I accept the little problems,
That reek havoc with my day,
I accept my aging flesh,
And every hair that's turning gray,
I accept my social status,
Or my lack of it there of,
I can even stand in waiting,
While the others push and shove,
I accept my meager wages,
And my less than perfect job,
I accept my darling husband,
And the fact that he's a slob,
I'm ok with being forty,
Well, alright, I'm forty six,
I can eat the cream of wheat,
And let the children eat the Trix,
I accept my Honda Civic,
Full of scratches, dings, and rust,
And the fact that I was placed on Earth,
To clean, and sweep, and dust,
But by all that's good and holy,
Not by torture, or extortion,
Will I ever, ever, ever,
Accept legalized abortion!
Today is the anniversary of Roe vrs Wade, a day that should weigh heavy on the hearts of millions. Although I dare to interject humor into my poetry, there is nothing even remotely funny about abortion. By the time that I have completed this page another child may have lost his or her life. Christains unite, dare to get involved, dare to speak for those who do not have a voice, I beg of you, I plead with you, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ!
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