My canny angel said, "Be as you are."
She is my rare manna from the high.
The Oracle she gives is upto par.
While doing work idly she doesn't lie.
She scorns me if I do flatter or fly.
With hidden care and love, onme she dotes.
To urge me in my art, she makes cheerful notes.
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