Saturday, December 6, 2008
White Flakes Fall on Angel Wings
Amoungst the meadow, something is heard.
What is it? It must be a bird.
Snow fell so softly upon his small wings,
so, He lands on a fence, and quietly sings.
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THIS, I love, dear daughter. It's beautiful!
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