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FOR THE KIND MYSTERIOUS ANGELS
Sometimes strange things happen when down to
the temple you go,
Sometimes magical happening in your home
do show,
Just like yesterday we arrived home quite tired
after the ride,
And I looked around our home, then stared
again in pride.
The cushions were in order, the vacuum had
been around,
Hardly any wrinkles in the wandering carpet
was found.
The kitchen was much tidier than when we
went away,
Somehow mysterious angels had come for
part of a day.
Thank you dear kind mysterious angels whoever
you may be,
I’ll try and not guess who it is so you’ll have the
blessing for eternity.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 5 March 2006