MY FRIEND! MY ANGEL!
She is a constant joy to me.
The pleasant words she sends my way
To chase my sorrows when I'm blue,
Are all I need to make my day.
From my dear Angel.
She's always there when I'm in need.
She picks me up when I am down.
We laugh together and very soon
She chases away my silly frown.
That's my Angel.
Sweet Angel, with your smiling words,
So gently reaching out to me;
To ease the pain I hold inside.
A better friend there could not be.
But my sweet Angel
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
Copyright Jan. 2001HOME
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