My little angels

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I get a weed instead of a rose
And a little dozer

Plastic rings instead of gold
And little clothes to fold

I get strawberry kisses
And lots of little misses

I find little hearts drawn on my bags
And scribbles on my mags

Sticky hands slip into mine
And lots of little lines

I see little hands waving
And I start a craving

Waiting till I can see
The little angels that they be

*I love you guys

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