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I could not hold it

in the palm of my small hand

Your whispering gift

found its own way to my soul

never to be forgotten

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

If I could gift you

with sweet peace, the world over

I would wrap it up

in God’s neverending love

sending it, on angels’ wings

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For my friend, Charles


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