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Angel |
| Written by Alex Hodson | |
| Friday, 18 July 2008 | |
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All this nonsense talk of angels,
With wings of white and gold, Messengers of that man upstairs, Purveyors of good will I’m told. Yet I don’t believe in angels
And still have neither guilt or fear
Of reprisals from that man upstairs For I know my angel’s here. Angelic she is, my heaven, my air, The one I hold in silent prayer. Copyright 2008 Alex Hodson |
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