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IF ANGELS WERE WIMPS, SOME THINGS WOULD NEVER GET DONE 2.10.05
how funny to see right here inside of me is an angel
As It Is she calls herself
a wealth of wisdom showering
flowering gifts she brings crystals books and rings crowns robes and things all glittering with sparklings sweet
neat stories glistening glories delicious delights spreading colors and lights
As It Is she calls herself
a wealth of wisdom shimmering
glimmering glints of moon dust sun rays rainbow displays she must be everywhere at once
I'd be a dunce not to listen
As It Is she calls herself
a wealth of wisdom scattering
shattering illusion and confusion wow
how does she do it
crazy maybe this may seem like a movie or a dream
however you look at it book it cook it or unhook it
she never forsook it she took it with her wherever forever she's clever
As It Is she calls herself
a wealth of wisdom she strikes
yikes like lightning throws a falling star straight into my heart tears apart more dreams | ||||||||
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seems she laughs and sings as she destroys more things I thought were solid fixed and real
heal it go for it she says inside my head have some fun be yourself instead
read somewhere it's not all fun if angels were wimps some things would never get done
As It Is she calls herself
a wealth of wisdom electrifying
flying in my dreams she seems softly slips silently between realities appears disappears reappears
she nears me dears me clears me always steers me in the right direction
protection connection positive intention who knows how it goes when she's around
abound with flowering gifts she brings crystals books and rings crowns robes and things all glittering with sparklings sweet
neat stories glistening glories delicious delights spreading colors and lights
galaxies spin round her head stars woven through her tresses silken white dresses roses pink and red caresses my heart golden glistening glitters upon her skin shine from within smart confesses her love from above
dove flies through the skies cries hooray today
hey spread our wings there are some things the angels run it's not all fun
if angels were wimps some things would never get done
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copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman
"Messenger of Love" Puzzle available at Jigbox
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