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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4138 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Lullaby Steve Williams Revision: Your angel night-light glows of latent hope. Beneath her stained-glass wings your secrets lie, go potty now and wash your hands with soap. I kiss a haloed cheek and let you fly. Inside what constellation will you land? Will you be horn, bright spear or wistful eye? I am night sky in which you learn to stand; through waves of life, my ballast keeps you dry. My whispered notes of twinkle twinkle sigh, will childhood bruises fade or paint a scar? I pray that favored star-dust flurries by, my little star… I wonder what you are. Original: My whispered notes of twinkle twinkle sigh, your angel night-light glows of latent hope. I pray that favored star-dust flurries by, go potty now and wash your hands with soap. Your glowing angel dreams of latent hope. Beneath her stained-glass wings your secrets lie, now shed your clothes and wash your wings with soap. I kiss a haloed cheek and let you fly. Beneath my stained-glass dreams your secrets lie, inside what constellation will you land? I kiss a haloed cheek and let you fly. I am night sky in which you learn to stand. Will childhood bruises fade or paint a scar? I pray that favored star-dust flurries by, my little star… I wonder what you are. My whispered notes of twinkle twinkle sigh. |
