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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2010 Jan 17 Comment on this Work [[2010.01.17.16.31.5854]] |
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I keep it pinned to the cork board, your good intention once I’m sure. I moved to throw it in the trash, yet pinned it back deep and sure. Twisted wire and sparkling plastic, crafted into angel wings. Silver metal, angel halo, pearl head bauble’s angel sings. Beaded gown of white and silver, gifted through our Daughters hand, Sing me silent angel voice, sing of well intentioned sand. Sing to me a better memory; sing me to a different door. A wire and glittery trinket angel, fallen to the floor. |