Across the night sky comes a wonderful sight.
Not a flock of birds,
Going south for the winter
Evening warms and the plane lands.
Letting my sister come back home to us.
Not a flock of birds,
Going south for the winter
Evening warms and the plane lands.
Letting my sister come back home to us.
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I like this poem. I like how it spells out angel and I like the picture that goes along with the poem.
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