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God's called another angel

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leanscribbles

Published: Nov 16, 2012

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You were sick and tired
none of us we knew,
God had pulled the reins in
Calling home for you.

My mother and yourself
You fought so hard and long
Now that your struggles over
My mother will carry on.

I know she feels defeated
this cancer its hard to beat.
Your memory lies with her always
In every stride as she aims to defeat.

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