Not all angels have wings,
Or a halo of gold.
Or a white robe that clings,
Or blue eyes so ice cold.
Not all angels reside,
In heaven above.
But they are there by your side,
With their endearing love.
Not all angels have wings,
But you know one or two.
They do so many things,
They'd be lost without you.
1/18/11 Alton Texas
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