| My first poem I am willing to submit here.
I have a lot on my Deviantart account, which I MIGHT post, sooner or later. >_>...
Here ya go:
Do you know how an angel's wings
Get so large and stunning?
They died fulfilled
A small known fact of the angel's in heaven
Is that when they die, their wings represent
How they died when they were alive.
Die happy, and you'll have the biggest wings
Die fulfilled, and have the brightest wings
Die near your loved one's, and you'll have more feathers
The angel's wing's must alway's be large
Or they'll fall back to earth to try again.
The wing's must be bright
Or they'll lose their way, and never return.
The wing's must have feather's
Or they'll be unable to enter heaven
For fear of the devil redeeming the wicked
Die happy, fulfilled, and next to loved one's
The angel's will gasp at your wonderful wings
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