Tonight's Poet Corner: You Wanna See Angels
You Wanna See Angels
by Belinda Roddie
You can't make gold from sand,
and you can't bury yourself on
the moon. You wanna see angels
perched on your window sill,
whispering to you that there is
a place in Heaven for you, as long as
you'd just stay off the cheap beer
and cigarettes for a couple more days.
by Belinda Roddie
You can't make gold from sand,
and you can't bury yourself on
the moon. You wanna see angels
perched on your window sill,
whispering to you that there is
a place in Heaven for you, as long as
you'd just stay off the cheap beer
and cigarettes for a couple more days.
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