The Night The Angels Came

                                                 I sometime think of you,

                                                When you were very small.

                                                 You left your fingerprints,

                                                    On almost every wall.

                                              Back when you were growing up,

                                                They were such happy years,

                                        How you would smile, and make up games,

                                                   I remember through my tears

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Stacy L. Cope