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silent night - angel weeping.

silent night - angel weeping.

Sitting in the silent night
All are soundly sleeping
Just another night
A tiny angel weeping
No pillow for a bed
nor blanket,
Wishing to be fed
lost and in danger
A carton for her head
Nothing is but glory
Stars are taunting light
Everything is silent
Except her tears this night
Twisted vision of heaven
Days all numbered seven
Wishing for the warmth of love
Without a home to call
Only weeping heard
This silent night must bear
Her aching tears that fall
Lost In the middle of nowhere.
Nardine Sanderson 24/12/2014.

merry Christmas to all who are alone,
or feeling lost this Christmas,
just know that you are loved.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Honorable VIP Poetess Nardine Sanderson,

Good message, my applause, my vote

Wishing for the warmth of love
Without a home to call
Only weeping heard
This silent night must bear
Her aching tears that fall
Lost In the middle of nowhere.

And a special thanks for the below mentioned message lines,

merry Christmas to all who are alone,
or feeling lost this Christmas,
just know that you are loved.

Merry Christmas & Happy New year 2015,

Willy

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Nardine Sanderson

Merry Christmas brother willy & family love and best wishes for 2015, much love and appreciation for all your support, nardine Sanderson & kiddies xoxo

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Christopher Correia

Lovely poem, nardine and wonderful thing to say at the end as well, wishing you are yours a very merry Christmas...about to venture into the traffic madness again, (always one more gift, lol) enjoy

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Nardine Sanderson

Merry Christmas Christopher, be safe, happy and well xoxo much love nardine

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