Friday, March 18, 2016

Felicity Comments

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Her face is the face of an angel, if angels, as such, there be.
Her hair is a crown of platinum gold and she sings her words softly to me.
Her eyes are twin pools of cerulean blue; her lips wear a pink coral hue.
She offered her hand; we embraced in a dance as timeless as Heaven must be.
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John F. McCullagh
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