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Monday, October 11, 2010
Plight of the Angel
My wings are awesome,
I can totally fly.
How in the hell am I an angel?
I smell like daffodils dunked
In slime.
My halo itches
But I can't touch it,
Or it will cut off
All of my fingers.
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