Little Angel

August 16, 2010
By Rebecca Bastarache SILVER, Acushnet, Massachusetts
Rebecca Bastarache SILVER, Acushnet, Massachusetts
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Out of fathers arms I fly
Soaring upwards to the sky.
Down I fall to his embrace
-Never a more happy place-

That is how we spent the Spring
Till I got sick and sprouted wings.

Now Into Farther's arms I fly
Forever soaring in the sky.


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