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Graika’s Story
Once upon a time,
(Please forgive my rhyme)
There lived a girl called Graika.
She was the sweetest thing,
That God could bring,
No sweeter could he make her.
But by the age of three,
She couldn’t see,
Because her eye got cancer.
And is that fair?
(Please say a prayer)
For we really have no answer.
But not once, NEVER,
NEVER, EVER, EVER,
Did Graika start complaining.
Instead she tried,
To play outside,
Even when it was raining.
But there was worse to come,
(And it leaves us numb)
For on the babe’s fourth birthday.
Her cancer spread,
To her neck, and bled,
So damaging her airway.
Still not once, NEVER,
NEVER, EVER, EVER,
Did Graika start complaining.
Instead she tried,
To make the pain subside,
In the time she had remaining.
So now she’s five,
And still alive,
But needs an operation.
So we beg you, dear readers,
And your country’s leaders,
To make a small donation.
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For more in-depth/up-to-date info, kindly visit at
https://www.facebook.com/GraikaDael?__mref=message_bubble
If you then feel that you’d like to try and save Graika, you can do so at
With warmest wishes to you all.
by Denise, Mark, Marc, Chris & Nic
