from SOME OF HOW I BECAME WHAT I AM

My forms of expression are occasionally convoluted
And perhaps “precious” in the eyes of some ears
But I cannot shake off the angel dust that clings to me
Ever since I tumbled into a very large tank labelled
“Angel Dust” – I think I must be naturally attractive.
I was on a day trip to Paradise Toys –
                         second prize in the church raffle.

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