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Nov 2020
Words pop out
With angels in my head
A pitter patter pace
Spritely in their
Loving comfort grace
Then with messages of joy
A welcome for the
Special gift of sight
A harmony and chorus
Worlds without end
Brightly heralding tunes
That move softly in the breeze
Brushing you
                        with a light fantastic.
Written by
Angela Kirk
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