i wrote this poem
a long time ago
when i had nothing to do
and nowhere to go
an angel appeared
from out of a cloud
it had something to say
but not out loud
i wanted so bad
for it to be my friend
but all good things
must come to an end
i have no words of wisdom
or any words at all
the world is a bat
and i am a ball
i bounce and i bounce
and look up at the sky
i keep falling back
but i do not know why
the street has a corner
and the corner has a store
it has a sign in the window
but i do not know what for
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