Angels (an acrostic poem)

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After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.

No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.

Getting them would mean she hade made it

Everything came down to that moment in her life

Looking at the program she smiled and settled back

So many more chances as the handbells started their next song

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