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This book contains prose writings and poetry for various contests here on WDC. |
| Angels scamper without clatter Friendly souls that fill holes And make our place more safe. Angels flutter, dare not stutter They glide, flutter and bide Their time with us, no fuss. Angels linger who would figure There to keep us safely, mainly Amid chaos, what loss. Notes: ▶︎ ![]() |