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Jul 2013
And the Angle spoke to me saying;
“Pick up your wings child, pick up your wings”
Do not let them see you down,
Although your heart is heavy with worry and woe.
Pick up your wings child and let them grow.
Let them shower over you.
Let them protect you from the dark forces that surround your soul.
Let them rise to the high ward abyss in the sky.
Let them take you and fly,
Fly my child high into the unknown,
And away from those that do you warm and just go.
Donna Barron
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Donna Barron  Texas
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