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Written by Amber Whitman-Currier
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Monday, 06 March 2006 |
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Violence and guns plague this city. Everyday lives are lost. Young and old there is no discrimination. Families torn apart by senseless tragedy. Shrines with candles burn through the night. Strangers gather for a beautiful young girl, whose life was cut short. Tears of strangers stain the city sidewalks. Voices unite to change these times. One voice, a leader emerges. A man of faith, a man of God. Death has darkened this city long enough. It is time to step into the light “My son.”
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 12 September 2006 )
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