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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged “O Little Snow Bird”, in the words I heard, calming of Vietnam O spread your wings and fly away, words of God’s love I heard Mind level love, forever untrue, so what’s new, `Tis festering spew O but little snow bird, an alpine of cleansing snow, God’s Love Spread your wings that brings, renewing, from festered spewing Providing for me a way to go, by a cleansing snow Innocence, a purity, of life’s promising security Some leaders said only fate, this atrocity of hate Maimed, lamed and defamed they came, to claim their bitter fame State side they now abide, holding inside, Our leaders lied Leaving the lamb of their souls in Nam, for uncle Sam Atrocities, of hate, never abate, mind’s sickening fate The Vietnam of late, laid at the mind’s creation of hell’s gate O beauty of little snow birds, spread your wings, fly back this way Cleans again, the glean of mind’s sin called fate, lain at heart’s gate Like an alpine of purity, Love from Anne’s heart was sung Maybe only to ease her own pain, but her timing was plain The answer is blowing in the wings, of even a little snow bird The such of which the mind of itself has never learn or heard All humanity will not learn, but precious few will return By their trust in Love, the snow white Dove, spewed forth from above Anne Murray sang away I know, some of my own heart’s pain Honoring all Vietnam veterans, be you not in fretters From your hearts of security your love is your surety Let your Alpine of pure snow bird, be Love’s word you’ve heard Dane I am sure you’ve at least heard this song that this poem is about. It somehow caused me to think of you, as I was writing it. Therefore I dedicate it to you and all veterans for your service to our country. Sincerely, Love, Moses 12-19-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
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