People say I have this Halo
That sits upon my head
I look at them very strangely
And I start to shake my head
No I have none and if it is there
Then its a crooked one
Can never keep it straight
It just slops to one side
I have tried my very best
To keep it straight
Just like the path I take
But no matter how hard I try
It just never stays on straight
And I always seam to get lost
When I walk a crooked path
But I still think
People are just blind
I really dont have one
If I do its a crooked one
Imperfections the name
Of my crooked halo here
So if you ever feel something
Up on top of your head
and it starts to lean to oneside
Ha... there ya go...you got a
Crooked halo too
Very well written. Enjoyable read. Would be nice if we were like angels maybe we would not have a crooked halo.
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The tittle suckered me in, a really nice write, don't we all have crooked halos? its what makes us human, of course some halos are more crooked then others, but in the end things even out in their own way. and if you think you walk a crooked path, mine has gone down so many zig zags, its put a licence on how far I can walk. I THINK I like your halo