By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 14, 2016 Aliens By Grace Ingles Frost O ye who walk where no shadow fallsTo darken the sun-kissed day,Can ye sense the need when a brother calls,Who perishes by the way? O ye whose protected feet ne’er trippedOn the cruel jutting stone,Can ye agonize for those who’ve slipped,As they traveled their path alone? O ye who have never felt the fangsOf a gnawing hunger’s want,Are ye in haste to appease the pan...
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