It is snowing dead angels, a blizzard of choir robes and feathers Bombs and tanks and guns do that, as Suzanne told you long ago Her voice an echo from the harbor, now you finally understand her There never was such a thing as a Salvation Army A song blown out of the sky by .45's with a clip of sorrows
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qbit 
This is amazing. So many fantastic lines, from the opening to the end, and so powerful. Love it
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Thank you!
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That is beautiful Qbit and that last line….I love it!! I just couldn’t get mine completely done. Now that I have resolved to give it up I will be reading some of the other poems for the list too.
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Oh, thank you!!
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Those first two stanzas are sharp and perfect, qbit–gorgeous writing. The rest of course, makes the poem’s point and shows us that part of us that Cohen came from and spoke to. Thanks so much for your very generous comment on my own piece…Suzanne was a truly groundbreaking song, even for the Sixties.
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Thanks. I grieve that in the end, it is Sympathy for the Devil, not Suzanne, that closes out our generation’s show.
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“Suzanne” is such a classic. your piece puts me in mind of the middle verse, the one you have implied but not referenced here.
Sadly the list is ending with this prompt. It’s gotten less and less traffic as time goes on, so I’m letting it slide. Thanks for being one of the 3 people who really seemed to love it, along with Hedge and Carrie.
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Thank YOU so much for all that work. My “Hot damn!” quotient hasn’t been that high in a long time, both for my own writing and for others. I will miss it.
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