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Feb 2013
I like to think of angels sometimes
When I sit aside, alone
Could they be my friends
Perhaps, guardians are homely
But that's not something I can pretend
They work upon wrath and belief
Living skies above and strongly
Sad, I think of friends as miracles
Michael Pick
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Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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