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|By Request|
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For Tiff, “Angel”.
To explain the Angel
Would require a name.
A name touching heavens;
A name not in vane.
In cirles she spins
Not wanting this game;
To break free of this whirlwind
And claim freedom again.
She sought the answers
From those far and wide;
But found it hiding within her
Using those close as her guide.
Taking it all in;
The air from above –
Her eyes grow wider
At this newfound love.
A love of awareness;
A love of her space.
A prophetic angled scripting
Of her once lifeless pace.
A gleam that has returned again,
One that was lost for a spell;
She’s found her way to happiness
And she seems like she’s doing well.
Her name is spoken sofly
Like clouds in the southern sky.
“Tiffany” is praised loftily
In song, in prose, from I.
©2003 Joe Jenkins

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