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Homeless children in the Philippines. Please keep them in your prayers.

Poor street kids, oh my gosh! What is in our world today, these poor street kids were left unattended to sleep on the street just like the stray dogs did once. God help us and the homeless.

Paint me a palace where our frenzied chanting of each others names will echo for eons in the high sweeping ceilings. Sketch me a cottage only big enough for you and I, with a tiny herb garden and a slate roof and ivy-festooned walls. Sculpt me a bungalow by the sea where I will write seductive syntax and you will bare your soul in pencil marks on paper as delicate as a butterfly's wing. Craft me somewhere I can dream and play me the songs that remind me it is our home.

Paint me a palace where our frenzied chanting of each others names will echo for eons in the high sweeping ceilings. Sketch me a cottage only big enough for you and I, with a tiny herb garden and a slate roof and ivy-festooned walls. Sculpt me a bungalow