Devils Marshmallows
The troubled angel looked around,
his charge he could not find.
He was right there a moment ago,
and had been told to stay in line.
The angel looked on every cloud
and on top of every rainbow.
Then he gave a troubled sigh,
his charge had wondered off below.
The angel went down to retrieve his charge,
and return him to his proper level.
There he was sitting bold as you please,
roasting marshmallows with the Devil.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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