Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,
"I'd really like to hear."
"George has a Master's in literature,"
The other said, with pride,
"And Mary's a grad in modern art,
Her career she has yet to decide."
"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,
While the other displayed defeat;
"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,
"But wit
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
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