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"Cookies and Milk" by Joe DiMino
An angel flew by my open
Windownot certain of Heavens stores
I also left some cookies and milk
On a table nearby;
I had hoped she would stop
Hang for awhile:
Tell me of the many souls
Seen as lights I heard
How our colors differ
Some flicker, some bright;
Some hardly glow
So the angels know
The happy ones
And those less glad
Peripheral gleams
On the border of sad;
And those truly abysmal
Are we forever lost?
No angels will enter
And sit
With such hosts
If no angels will enter
And sit with such hosts
For we are all
More than tads into bad
Often trifling with good
Why such air-fanning?
And the sound
Of a gentle light;
A bite of cookie
Sip of glass
In my dark
A chair brightening!
This time
She did not pass
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