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MISS ANGELIC

Serene like a sweet wind, tranquil like the night 
Smooth like oil and shiny like pure light

Here she comes, the Miss Angelic 
She maybe the quiet neighbor 
The small lighting fire 
The seemingly impeccable girl 
The one whose smile is a magnet to the soul 
The one with gestures  full  of grace
 And the one with a  beauty  as striking as lightning
But is there a mystery behind her grace ? 
Is there something about her that no one knows?
Yeah I tell thee, dear readers
Do not be fool of her charm
Do not let her beautiful voice deceive you
Cause deep down inside she is an erupting volcano
A world in constant turmoil
An unbearable load of intense furor
Yeah I tell thee, Miss Angelic might not be what you see
She might not be what you thought she would be
But why does Miss Angelic always look smiley?
Is Miss Angelic happy or in melancholy?
Is Miss Angelic rejoicing or lamenting?
Oh Miss Angelic! Open your heart to me
I will seize your hands and you will be free
I will shine my light so you may see
Let me dive into your world of mystery
Let me travel throughout your galaxy
Visit your planets and your stars
Warm my soul under the heat of your suns

Miss Angelic, Come explore the world with me!


BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT

(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

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