Writer's Gallery Poet's Corner: Stephen W. Cote
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Natural Angels
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Unto my willows, weep
Where natural angels play
To tease, to kiss, to take and keep
Mr. Lackadaisical sun's shiny rays
Reflect their opal-glinting wings
And the rosy cherub faces
Nymphs, Dryads - tiny naked playful things
Basking in the blue brook's watery graces
They embraced in arm and song
To laugh, to play, to share and love
But when I arrived they all had gone
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Stephen W. Cote
swcote@ix.netcom.com
http://www.fwl.com/fwl/
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Last Updated: December 8, 1996