I Glean To Touch An Angel's Feather
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Mark Heathcote
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I have not settled, on...
A song I like.
And dear, that is why - I write!
I glean to touch an angel's feather
But all I do is roll like a boulder
Strewn-down the mountainside
Bruised the color of purple heather
By these empty, ‘words', hell for leather.
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