EXTEMPORANEOUSLY
There's a happy catcher in a
very sad place - it's the catcher
of souls on Earth. He's got a net,
this angel does, made of golden
strings, and rescues the Spirits of
everything : animal, person, man,
women, and children too. Not all
come willingly: some escape while
others flee - loosing shape
'extemporaneously.'
What they're left with, they can have
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