My own GOF Angel2001
May, 2001
I was approached about wanting or needing an "angel" to spoil me..At first I was hesitant. Surely there were more persons in our group who "needed" attention .. BUT (hehe) My life has been one molehill after another for sometime, so I was selfish .. and said YES!! ..
My Angel has been in my email everyday spoiling me and bringing me goodies. I have derived much pleasure from this and really do not know how to thank "My Angel" enough!! *smile* ..
 
 
Some Sun!!  (hit back to return to this page)
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I am a tiny angel...
I'm smaller than your thumb;
I live in people's pockets,
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect;
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower;
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools;
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands..
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.
When he tucked me in your pocket,
He blessed you with Angel care;
Then told me never to leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.
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~~FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES~~
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In Palace we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
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I am not a poet, nor graphics-artist-to-be,
but I am very thankful for your attentions to me,
You give of yourself and your time for other's pleasure
and for this Dear "An Angel" .. we will always treasure!!
To see who else the Angel's have touched with their kindness, visit their page.. Here .
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