The kaleidoughscope of writs
My pensieve of sorts
2009-10-04
Angel on the sidewalk.
There's an angel on the sidewalk, all sparkly and white but she won't talk/
She'll blow you a kiss on the lips, but in return she'll expect your tips
Some of the passerbys stop to say hi, others turn their heads and go awry/
If you happen to lock eyes, you've forever fallen under her guise
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