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The Angel and The Ass (Prose Poem) by pain killer
If you are an angel
Then I am the ass
And the ass saw the angel
From behind the glass
But the glass it was frosted
And the ass he caught cold
And all that he longed
Was for an angel to hold
But the angel had wings
And the ass he had none
He sneezed and looked back
And the angel had gone
The angel took flight
And she flew far away
The ass blew his nose
And lay down in the hay
He dreamed of the angel
And all of her kind
He awoke in the morning
And wings he did find
But those wings did not fit
And so alas
That is the tale
Of the angel and the ass
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