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| 142 2/24/02 My Fallen Angel Down upon through sky to ground. Fell an angel still in her gown, Still in shock from her great fall, Which had been broken by a bed of daffodils, But now becoming aware of where she has fell, She�s found herself deep in a rut, And slowly but surly it is tearing her apart, So when she thought she could no longer bend, A disaster pops up driving her to the edge, Where the feeling slowly went away, To the point were her body gave up, Leaving nothing much of anything anyone could do, Making the recovery from one such great fall, Will take some of this time ever changing |