Quiet angels abound,
They lift as to our feet,
When we are bound.
When our wings,
Forgot to fly,
They remind our wings,
How to fly.
These are the angels,
I call FRIENDS!
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You call them friends? Me too You are correct. Good and short Good flow Rgds Nooruddeen