Sally Plumb Plumb
Angels - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Kitty blue dress,
princess of sorrow,
will live tomorrow
in her heaven of known belief
all her life. Sad time's a thief.
Angels are crossing
the light of night.
Soon they will settle
on a naked bed,
two white bodies
with feathered arms
come to secure their passive dead.
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