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Snow angels

She walked down that lane,
Alone, as though she thought,
She started to cry,
No one did care.
So she laid in the snow,
Laid there to die,
and the angels helped her up,
and helped her walk,
They stayed with her all day and all night,
and she thanked them before bed,
"Lord, bless my snow angels for helping me through."

By Harp

posted by Harp @ 10:40 AM