My words may seem callous and cruel that's because they are taken from the comments emitted by the café clientele who share space with these poor disabled individuals By the grace of good fortune there walk we .

A song written for a disabled child who had the soul of a baby faulhis eyes were Bambi brown gentle as a fawn where as my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo made of coal because whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and reared back in fear.

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