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I wrote a poem today.
I wrote it for you.
I read it out loud.
For the world to hear.

The angel's ears were open.
They listened and judged.
They took me by the hand.
And turned me around.

They threw me up against the wall.
Took the needles out of my pocket.
Arrested me for love.
And carried me away to God.

 2001 David Greg Harth