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e v e r y t i m e j i m q u i t s d r i n k i n g a n a n g e l l o s e s i t s s h o e s
R O N A L D D O N N
Every time you get to thinking
you're going to put it down, give up the drink,
an angel loses its will to live.
But every time you take a penny
out of this here wishing well,
Jim, the cops will come and steal your car.
Isn't this funny. A whole world that is stocked
with well-heeled miracles:
A pregnant woman stares too long
at a light bulb
and gives birth to a light bulb.
Or then listen up: an old woman
with a true story in her ever-thickening heart
steps on a needle. The needle works
its way to her heart, see,
to stick there. There it casts a heavy
Simian shadow, the needle's
dark forebrow splits her in two.
O Jim, here it is then. And what could it ever be:
a true angel. A brilliance. Her darker story,
or just this needle in the heart?
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