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POETIC JUSTICE

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FEATHERS FROM HEAVEN

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The little girl sat on a blanket in the yard, and looked into the star filled sky; She wished upon the first one she saw, that she could see an angel fly; She went on to watch with faith in God, she knew he could do anything; To show her a beautiful angel above, fly down with great white wings; She waited with patience for her angel to come, until finally falling asleep; When she opened her eyes she felt betrayed, her angel she did not meet; With tears in her eyes she looked where she layed, and a smile now covered her face; Beautiful white feathers were all around her, she had slept through her angels embrace.

I pray every day for my beautiful angel to visit me.

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