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He whips her lightly - sardonically - with belt, I'm no angel but I've spread my wings a bit. ~Mae West, My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold, The Angels were all singing out of tune And hoarse with having little else to do Excepting to wind up the sun and moon Or curb a runaway young star or two
Fallen Angels by Anne Sexton
They come on to my clean
sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot.
They do not do this to be mean,
they do it to give me a sign
they want me, as Aubrey Beardsley once said,
to shove it around till something comes.
Clumsy as I am,
I do it.
For I am like them –
both saved and lost,
tumbling downward like Humpty Dumpty
off the alphabet.
Each morning I push them off my bed
and when they get in the salad
rolling in it like a dog,
I pick each one out
just the way my daughter
picks out the anchovies.
In May they dance on the jonquils,
wearing out their toes,
laughing like fish.
In November, the dread month,
they suck the childhood out of the berries
and turn them sour and inedible.
Yet they keep me company.
They wiggle up life.
They pass out their magic
like Assorted Lifesavers.
They go with me to the dentist
and protect me from the drill.
At the same time,
they go to class with me
and lie to my students.
O fallen angel,
the companion within me,
whisper something holy
before you pinch me
into the grave.
Esme's Cloud 
Curses, second again! But…first to take notice of the lyrics of J. Geils! That is a whole other curse, to be condemned to remember lyrics to songs one does not like.Moses brought that down on Pharaoh right after the Locust, if I’m not mistaken.
-The President and Founder
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Curses! An underused and yet highly effective word. I am pleased to see it again, though sad it is under such tragic circumstances of course. Commiserations on the like front, but congratulations on spotting the lyric path – you are duly awarded a ‘Certificate of Melodic Mastery’ and the cereal box sceptre of joy that accompanies it. Had you also actually liked the song, you’d have won the toy that came with said cereal box (a rubber finger toy with wavy arms that looks like an odd kind of muppet.) Still, let’s not dwell on the lows.
You’re spot on re Moses. He was a right git.
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I have one of those odd kind of muppets somewhere is a box. I may have gotten it as a reward for some marvelous accomplishment I accomplished, I just cannot remember.
I will be having the certificate framed upon its arrival.
The President and Founder
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This came through after your like – ‘Congratulations on getting 200 total likes on Sonmi’s Cloud.’ So you get the rubber chap after all. It shall be ‘posted’. You are my 200th liker. I think that deserves a hurrah. Hurrah!
*smiles (no mega laughter to scare donkeys).
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Wow! It was 200 years ago that Alexander Hamilton was shot dead by Aaron Burr! A coincidence? I wonder.
The President and Founder
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There is no such thing as coincidence.
Apart from in this case.
Probably.
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