Angels come and Angels go and though we never see them, They whisper in our ear, if only we would listen. No more war, no more hunger, homeless or even illness, No more anger, the world would be less a mess. So stop and listen, and then take heed. Listen carefully and do their deed. Fight if you must hunger, homeless, and illness, Anger and the clean up this world, this mess. They whisper in your ear if only you would listen. Angels come, Angels go we never, never see them. 2-19-1999
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