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These poems were written by a group of brain injured children on the Intensive Treatment Program of the Insitutes.

Give Me My Voice: A Book Of Poems. These poems were written by a group of brain injured children on the Intensive Treatment Program of the Insitutes. They are brillant, but trapped in bodies that betray them with rigidity, uncontrollable movements and no understandable voice.

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Published May 25, 2003 by Gentle Revolution Press.

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Read Embrace Me from the story Inner Voices - A Book of poems and quotes by awwthentic (Farzana Zahid) . Listen to your own Inner Voice, your own soul, too many people listen to the noise of the world, instead of themshelves

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The Voice by Shel Silverstein. There is a voice inside of youthat whispers all day longI feel that this is right for me. Page. Shel Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999, Chicago/ Illinois).

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My Crazmad Book of Poems. I will give you this piece of excellent advice. If you are planning to woo your beau, here’s the rub, Friggle her with laughter and griggle her with love. A voice in my head told me to ignore it, the sign, It said there was something exciting to find, In the field behind them, gate and its sign

O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley. Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'ertired. I pass away, yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.

O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley. Thy breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells thy milky garments, He crops thy flowers. The Cloud then shew'd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd, Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.