A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men |
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Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies |
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Tom Robbins (1936-) |
Tom Robbins (1936-) |
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Billy Graham (1918-) |
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. |
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. |