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They walk among us
Don’t have wings
No feathers in the air
Too humble to sing
They’re real flesh and blood
Not heavenly creatures
Soft human faces
Bright eyes are their features
They don’t blow trumpets
Or pluck at strings
Just gently reach out
With the strength that they bring
Feet firmly placed
Right here on the ground
Here on the Earth
Real angels are found
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Inspiration ~ Jean Ann
mother ~ angel ~ friend
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