Guardian AngelA Poem by KyWe all have a guardian angle of some kindHer wings do sit high and proud The beat of them deafly loud She flies upon our sun graced skies Watching her charges from up on high If she speaks I heed you listen For the words she utters are god’s wisdom © 2011 Ky |
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Added on August 13, 2011 Last Updated on August 13, 2011 Author |