poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Guardian Angel
In my service he flew too fast and to his undoing I did too. Our paths crossed we both lost. I, a guardian angel, he wings and duty. By side of road I did abandon him who for me so bravely life surrendered A coward I am and in craven shame I fled His pain to extinguish I had no heart [6/21/98]
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