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May 2014
She wears golden rings
& bells on her toes,
sings sweet melody
like the Nightingale.

She floats on air,
& nobody compares
to her pleasant looks,
totally mesmerizing.

Her fire-eyes sparkle
like the most brilliant sun,
but like most of them,
she's lightyears away
& untouchable.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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