Lullaby
Sleep, little one, sleep
Dreaming your baby dreams
Floating on clouds of cottony white
With a blanket as soft as cream.
Conversing with the angels
Most of whom you know
You know your way around the place
You were not long ago.
Soon you'll waken from your nap
And leave that blessed place
Ethereal wisps of heavenly wings
Still clinging round your face.
Lori Torrio 11/10/05
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