Little Cracked Plate

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I found a little cracked plate today,
Among my grammas precious things;
And thought me as I picked it up,
I heard angles fold their wings.

I  know there must be a story,
That this little plate could tell;
But now Gramma is gone and the  story too,
To know it, would be  so swell.

Now the plate belongs to me,
And I'll cherish it all of my days;
It will help keep Gramma close to me,
With her dear and precious ways.

By Bernice Patterson