guardian angel with your strong blue wings taken from the feathers of a baby dove guardian angel with your soft white robe made out of pieces from the
forged Christ's autograph laughed itself, drastic catastrophe biting my lip skin and bones, stringent bingin' on rancid baits mummified well inside a muddy New York
failures with those who succeed but after a few moments carefully placed in thought the answer appeared in the angel?s mind the city called new york
