Just a shorty from my '98-'99 poetry book:
The swashbuckling oaf walked in like he owned the joint and asked his angel
if she would like to share with him a bit of food.
She answered immediately with a resounding YES, for in her mind, she was but an ordinary
girl in an ordinary way, and her angel had just asked her to share with him a bit of food.
They were both happy!
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