In The Arms Of An Angel
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Barry Smyth
his wings folded neatly behind his back, a halo round his head.
His eyes were closed yet he smiled and me and held me in his arms
and I slept the sleep of angels as his magic worked its charm.
And as I slept I had a dream of a man who was good and true
the man who was my angel, for the angel holding me was you.
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