Monday, April 20, 2009
Heaven's First Eleven Comments
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Grandad runs up to the wicket and lets a googly fly
Angel Gabriel eyes the ball then aims towards the sky
He folds his wings behind him and gives it such a thwack
Sends it soaring skyward with his golden cricket bat.
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10/24/2025 4:07:05 AM # 1.0.0
A beautiful poem for a Grandad... Colin J...