For Every Child Thus There A Angel With Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
When one is a child for one wish to feel the touch of respect where there a child for one see a angel and yet the angel of the child shall touch once heart with respect just to see a child angel thus the sun shall shine with respect for it's the child angel that have a warm smile that will touch once heart but for every child thus there a angel with respect.
When one see a child angel for every min the child angel smile thus once eyes will twinkle like the diamond for every diamond thud for the child angel touch it with respect for every star that one see for it's the diamond that the child angel had touch for one who feel the child angel for it's he child warm smile yet for every child thus there a angel with respect.
Every child that one see is the family of the angel that touch one with respect but for when the sun raise for there is respect in the sun thus every star there a rose that the angel child touch when the sun is out thus the child angel will fill once heart but for every child thus there a angel with respect.
Were there a warm smile thus one shall feel the smile of child angel that touch a rose with respect for every child that is angel for they will touch once heart just to feel the touch of the child angel is like being touch with the light of life but for every child thus there a angel with respect.
For every child touch once heart with warm smile and yet just to feel the warm smile yet when there a angel child for it's the angel child smile that one feel just to see he warm smile and yet when one look into the eyes of the child angel for what one see is the respect but for every child thus there a angel with respect.
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