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Poem Number 14596
The Golden Angel
A golden angel atop the tree,
guards my equanimity,
in days when old memories
haunt times of celebrity,
and taunts me with yesteryear,
now so far, yet so near,
close enough to step back through
the door of the past's loving view,
but the panorama won't materialize,
so I see only through memories' eyes,
and look at the angel atop the tree,
symbol of Christmases that used to be.
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