Jan 2015
It is enough to make any decent fairy cry
To have wings but not able to fly.
They were as white as milk
Soft and gentle as rich silk
But they would not flap and she did try.
To have wings but not able to fly.
They were as white as milk
Soft and gentle as rich silk
But they would not flap and she did try.
Written by
cheryl love
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