Little tattered little worn
Been some time since I was born
Wings are perfect honestly
Perfection in longevity

I've been around the block a lot
But their ain't nuttin I forgot
Need me holler nice and loud
Know I'm old but I'm not proud

Little snow may be on top
Love to tie it in a knot
Wings are steady that's for sure
Landing never is a bore

Little wider 'round the waist
Wings are still my saving grace
Tell me what it is you need
I promise you I'll pick up speed

Hop down from the cloud above
Believe me you will feel my love
I'll hug you till you scream let go
That's what Granny's do ya know

Excuse me now I have to run
Granny's work is never done
Sending love to all below
Gotta go find my halo.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright May 31, 2002

Midi "Constant Sorrow" Performed by Margi Harrell

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