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I don't know if I have any analysis to share, but I will say that the end of this poem really struck me: I dodged a bullet. I really enjoyed the poem though, it's got some pretty amazing imagery and for the reasons stated above, that last bit really resonated with me. I hear in heaven
the angel has a harelip
I once wrote a song called "Hair Lip". I was born with a cleft pallet and according to the doctors, I had a harelip that healed in utero. I was born with a hairline scar that ran from my left nostril down to my lip, where the gap would have been. and she is willing to watch you shake.