© Sophie Roberts
Written on August 1st
My halo has shrunk and the colours gone.
Where once was a big golden halo of fun.
I was the head angel of the land.
With my golden wand in my hand.
Cupid was jealous, Gabriel too.
But my halo shrunk as I grin.
If I sinned it got smaller, too tiny to see.
And the colours would fade so I paid the fee.
I am the ugliest angel in the land.
Without as much as a twig in my hand.
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