Pale Johnny ranto the stream,
And in gay, into it leapt,
Then, the fierce stream had him gripped,
Tightly, till he ceased to breath.
Poor I mourned him from afar.
But being trapped, couldn't move nigh.
But sooner, my tears did halt,
As I an archangelsaw;
The Angel traversed the stream,
And so brought Johnny with him,
Saying "Do not go again"
With gestures and flew away.
But immediately he left,
Johnny again to stream crept.
And the stream again him munched,
But the Angel not return.
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Note: This poem is inspired by William Blake's "The Chimney Sweeper".
Josh Berry
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