Missie's Last Day By Jorah Long . An offering- a whisper of angel's breath, a flutter of wings born now to death. And of the afterlife we dream… Of Grampy's smooth arms we dream… Sweet honey tears to wipe away, They'll come again, again, again many other days. But today you suffer my precious friend- misshapen and wasted- all but your big brown eyes that give me no answers… Shall I give you to the skies? I have an offering. And of the afterlife we dream… Of Grampy's smooth arms we dream… . Copyright 2001

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