Life laid me by one fine summer day.
My lip bloodied, my throat torn,
I cried out, "How did things end up this way?"
I received no answer, but lay there 'til morn.
Then I met the Angel with an impish grin
Who, walking along the rocky path,
Stopped and made me whole again.
She took me in and drew me a bath
Filled to the brim with love and care.
It was there I felt the weariness flee
And sorrow take leave, sure that it was ne'er
Again to fell me so hard, so completely.
I wore out my days with Angelic face
And she followed shortly when I left this race.
--C.R.E.
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