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Great Grandma,
Where do you keep your wings?
Do you keep them in the closet,
with all the rest of your things?
Do you put them away,
and use them at night?
Or do you give them to Great Grandad,
to polish up bright?
I know you have wings,
for this must be true.
Cause God always gives them
to my gaurdian angels like you.
Where do you keep your wings?
Do you keep them in the closet,
with all the rest of your things?
Do you put them away,
and use them at night?
Or do you give them to Great Grandad,
to polish up bright?
I know you have wings,
for this must be true.
Cause God always gives them
to my gaurdian angels like you.
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