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Angels Atop the Apple Blossom Trees

Angels flying around the the tops of apple blossom trees Trying to soak up the aroma Dancing on air currents to get a quick sniff in the breeze All the while playing their harps and fiddles How majestic is their flying? How majestic is their twirling? For each and every angel that flies above the orchard Becomes intoxicated with the scent of heaven There is no greater scent on all the earth That represents the earth’s gardens like the apple blossom tree So the next time you are out and about walking And you see the apple blossoms in fullest bloom Just close your eyes and you’ll be dreaming that a dozen angels are staring at you.... because most likely... THEY ARE! Gwendolen Rix 8-14-14

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