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Ghost of Michelangelo (Ray Charles[Seven Spanish Angels])

She looked upon her shaking palm
There were three more tubes of oil
The old toolbox had fallen
Had been on a shaky table

And she prayed that one more time
With some help she would get done
Then an angel took her fingers
Helped her choose the deep blue one

It was Michael of the Angels
He could see where she came from
It was Michael of the Angels
That would stop her on the run

Now her hands became so steady
As she pushed the blue to white
And the canvas showed an angel
It was Michael for her that night

Of the Sistine Chapel ceiling
She could see the colors there
When full brush of all three paints
Found their way to canvas bare

It was Michael of the Angels
He would see it all get done
It was Michael of the Angels
That would stop her on the run

She awoke on that fine morning
To a bright and shining light
In that nighttime came a dawning
Angelic joy, his tender might

On her canvas had appeared
The image of her smile
It was the colors in her palm
Her rainbow joy all the while

It was Michael of the Angels
He would see it all get done
It was Michael of the Angels
That would stop her on the run

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Structured: Western
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Comments

if Ray saw colors in his mind? My only criticism is that you have a typo in the line "And the canvas [showed] an angel..."
although, you might decide to change [shaggy table], for something like, [shoddy or shaky]? The rest is great! ~ Geez.
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they have a few free minutes?

in S1 L4: a shaggy table feels wrong. how about (shabby) table? or shaky? the lines about "Fun" don't sit well with me. the rest is fabulous!

*hugs, Cat

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to my way of thinking, it is much better now that the flippant element is gone. I love it as it is beautiful.

*hugs, Cat

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I enjoyed this very much. Your characters end of life was as beautiful as her works of art. I don't have much in the way of critique but really did enjoy the poem.

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