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Pretty
Guardian
Angels,
Precious
as can
be,
Darting
through
the
clouds,
Winging
e'er so
free.
Looking
for a
new
babe,
To
comfort
when
they
cry,
When
they go
to
sleep,
Back to
the
heavens
they
fly.
Smiling
happy
infants,
Bring
joy to
your
souls,
You play
so
innocently,
Tickling
their
little
toes.
Bringing
forth
laughter,
Thrilling
those so
near,
You're
tending
to the
children,
There's
nothing
for them
to fear.
You fly
around
the
heavens,
Always
on the
alert,
Listening
for the
cries,
Of a
child
that's
been
hurt.
Soothing
strokes
of your
wings,
Calm
each
crying
child,
Wing
your way
to the
heavens,
Only to
return
in a
little
while.
Seeking
out the
children,
Brings a
smile to
the
face,
Of each
tiny
little
angel,
Adorned
in
heaven's
grace.
Gayle
Davisİ
June 26,
2005
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