Sometimes, do you see, an angel
Would come by with a hammer and
Knock down a house -- he'd say he had
Orders but I think he just woke feeling
Mean. He'd work steady, stopping
For a cigarette or two (Angels
Don't have souls and don't get
Lung cancer) and leave the district
When the house was down, Once in a ways
Gangs of angels - - three of them, maybe four --
Would come and build another house there
Or the same one that had been there
Or a house that had been there a long time ago
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