Meeting on a
summer eve
so sweet
very naive
Angle being a
fortune bringer
played a guitar
such a singer
Stayed at the
bottom of
tangle
loved to roam
free to wrangle
Wore pastel
petals for
his clothes
sits where the
cool breeze
blows
Multi-colored
wings of a
butter-fly
oh so colorful
as he flew by.
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