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Smokin' Angels It was a moonless night when I awoke and slipped quietly out of bed I heard laughter and voices in the kitchen so down the stairs I crept heart pounding with dread The voices were high and smooth with laughter that tinkled like china and goosebumps traveled up my arms And as I tip toed through the livingroom I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror looking rather alarmed I carefully peered around the corner and what I saw made my jaw drop half a mile The three figures at my table had glittering faces and the divinest of smiles They were clothed in white & gold & silver holding cigarettes in their slim luminescent fingers On their backs were opalescent pink feathered wings- why their were angels in my kitchen playing poker and smoking! I must have fainted at that point because the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed with visions of my crazy dream still lucid in my head I shuffled to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and maybe something to eat when I noticed a cigarette in the ashtray on the table still smoldering And if that wasn't enough my eyes lit upon something I couldn't ignore Undeniable proof of my smokin' angels- a small pink feather laying on the floor |
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