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My Guardian Angel

Smudge of dirt upon his cheek. Scratch on his left knee. Curly hair a tangled mess. Reminding me ~ of me. Poorest soul~ who drew the lot: My guardian to be!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/11/2009 4:56:00 AM
Patricia - Beautiful poetry - Interesting tale on the subject - very original - God Bless, MJ
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