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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Angels too</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Angels Too… <br>	<br>I didn’t believe it was possible, mind I had been away <br>for some time, angles growing old? In the fair Faro, <br>an old city in Algarve, Portugal she lives and used to <br>be as blond and pure as the ones one sees in fairytale <br>books, here where people are olive skinned and look <br>Arabic- which make them kinder than peoples who <br>live up north-. When she floated through my town in <br>the afternoon, people lined streets in the hope that <br>her smile would fall on them for luck, alas, no more. <br>Grey haired now, wearing slippers, bunions give her <br>great pain, she looks inwards which is a good thing <br>as no one recognizes her anymore. Smiled to her and<br>said halloo, that woke her up, she smiled back at me, <br>yes, the same angle is still in there just harder to see; <br>thus fortified by her glow I did my newspaper round.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>