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I met with an angel who had the wings of an airplane smoked cigars and drank whiskey told bad jokes and gave out losing tips for the races all the same I loved that angel, so human so happy in their skin, so unselfconscious and I understood a little bout Jesus, who sought out the company of the lost, marginalised, and the sinners polite society condemned in their blindness, yes Jesus felt at home with the unpretentious.
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
Angel
I met with an angel who had the wings of an airplane smoked cigars and drank whiskey told bad jokes and gave out losing tips for the races all the same I loved that angel, so human so happy in their skin, so unselfconscious and I understood a little bout Jesus, who sought out the company of the lost, marginalised, and the sinners polite society condemned in their blindness, yes Jesus felt at home with the unpretentious.
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
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