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Angel Wings
Angel wings fan across morn's sky.
A light veiled fog floats low
in the vale; cold damp penetrates
to the core; soon inside go_
Not hardly long enough to stay
in the beauty of earth's
gifts, enjoying blessings present.
Cold porch, inside fire's worth....
Could not stay very long 'pon porch.
Inside's warmth called to me.
If only I could see some more,
I would share it with thee.....
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