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Angels | The Gladdest Thing
Who are without mercy, Who confide in trumpet flowers, Who carry loose change in their pockets, Who dress in black velvet, Who wince and fidget like bats, Who balance their haloes on hatracks, Who watch reruns of famine, Who powder their noses with pollen, Who laugh and unleash earthquakes, Who sidle in and out of... Read more »