Clarence the angel
Has to earn his wings.
Raring to go
It’s been two hundred years
Since he died.
The hour draws near.
Mary and George Bailey
Are ready for a miracle.
Sweet blessings are fulfilled this night.
Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
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