Scoop Poem: For on beatened wings approaches
Wednesday, 3 November 1999, 3:07 pm
Column: Unknown
Signs
of Angels?
Oh no I hear the forlorn cry
Tis the
dreaded hour
For on beatened wings approaches
Her form
back to the tower.
Chained down and made to work
The
return has brought no joy
But for the technology
That
allows her to talk to this
boy.
Anon.
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