11 : 11

It was eleven past eleven
when I got to heaven
just in time for brunch

Walked up to an angel
and tugged her wing
whereupon she changed

Into a white duck (or a dove)
clean enough to... er, love
and so we fused

Right there without
any hesitation - yes it
was better than meditation

Then we waddled up the stairs
together like goosey & gander
two birds of a feather

Me and my Amanda - and by
the way who says I am a coward? and
how in hell did you guess my name was Howard?



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