January 23, 2016, Prescott-
Angels come to call, on delicate wings
Happiness, they bring, in a climate carefree and loose
“It’s been down to brass tacks long enough.”, the Archangel sings,
“No more beet root salad, no one’s neck will meet the noose.”
(This is a response to another prompt in the Winter Scavenger Hunt.)
Archangels and beets! Now that is poetry! Truly, I enjoyed this!
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These prompts match some strange bedfellows.
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