march for life

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We march the street with dominant determination in hopes of not only making a change, but curing a crisis. Within each stride we ride our roar amoung thousands of fighters who share that encore.
Mid-January is the silent time. This time all printed words have ignored. This day the whole of them fall quiet.   They dare not to speak of the dead ones, Or of poverty-stricken women,
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