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    Monday
    Jul052010

    It was how I laughed...



    He prayed – it wasn’t my religion.
    He ate – it wasn’t what I ate.
    He spoke – it wasn’t my language.
    He dressed – it wasn’t what I wore.
    He took my hand – it wasn’t the color of mine.
    But when he laughed – it was how I laughed;
    and when he cried, it was how I cried.
    ~~Amy Maddox

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