Angel

There is an angel in my house,
she comes to me softly,
like a mouse.

She hovers over me,
day and night.

She hovers over me,
to my delight.

She often sings a beautiful song,
while she works all day long.

Making me comfy,
making me warm,
making me happy,
and safe from harm.

She often swoops in,
to save the day.

It's in her nature,
she's just that way.

She often thinks of me,
when I'm gone.

I couldn't be without her,
for very long.

I love my angel,
and she loves me.

And happier,
we could never be.

Beh with Clyde Drexler

Beh with One of Her Famous
Customers, Clyde Drexler



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