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Array ( [sid] => 44344 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Angel On My Sleeve [time] => 2004-04-22 19:23:24 [hometext] => A dreamer I may have been ... but I do believe there is, An angel on my sleeve. [bodytext] => I'm going to sing a song, even though I don't know the tune.
I will smell a tender blossom, that is not yet in bloom.
I want to kiss a baby, that has not yet been born,
I want to see next years, wavy green fields of corn.

I will say hello, to someone I don't know,
I will ask for directions to places I still wish to go.
I shall hold someone's hand, whose fingers are so strong,
I will not again question, where it is ....I do or do not belong.

The sun on the horizon of a distant mighty sea,
the breeze that moves the branches of the stately oak tree,
are the things I know, are solid and forever true,
as they remind me of the things I've left to do.

My heart shall not find a corner into which to hide,
my words will forever reveal what it is I feel inside.
That tiny spark that feeds my very breath,
shall become a flame...until there's nothing left.

And, when I've done and seen all that I have dreamt,
I'll turn around and do them over, if my energy's not been spent.
Only this time, even better...this I do believe,
After all, there's a tiny angel clinging to my sleeve.

Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
9/6/2002 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Justalady [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
The Angel On My Sleeve

Contributed by Justalady on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 07:23:24 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I'm going to sing a song, even though I don't know the tune.
I will smell a tender blossom, that is not yet in bloom.
I want to kiss a baby, that has not yet been born,
I want to see next years, wavy green fields of corn.

I will say hello, to someone I don't know,
I will ask for directions to places I still wish to go.
I shall hold someone's hand, whose fingers are so strong,
I will not again question, where it is ....I do or do not belong.

The sun on the horizon of a distant mighty sea,
the breeze that moves the branches of the stately oak tree,
are the things I know, are solid and forever true,
as they remind me of the things I've left to do.

My heart shall not find a corner into which to hide,
my words will forever reveal what it is I feel inside.
That tiny spark that feeds my very breath,
shall become a flame...until there's nothing left.

And, when I've done and seen all that I have dreamt,
I'll turn around and do them over, if my energy's not been spent.
Only this time, even better...this I do believe,
After all, there's a tiny angel clinging to my sleeve.

Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
9/6/2002




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Re: The Angel On My Sleeve (User Rating: 1 )
by kidpoet_213 on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 07:34:17 PM AEST
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APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE!!!
Wiping tears too!
That was just beautiful... I commend u on such a awe inspiring write... that was just beautiful... thank u for sharing...
~Donna~


Re: The Angel On My Sleeve (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 08:07:54 PM AEST
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beautifully written.
Well done


Re: The Angel On My Sleeve (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Friday, 23rd April 2004 @ 08:14:02 AM AEST
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I so loved this,as I do Love Angels too!
Great write! Christina




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